austrian · kor tac sniper · tall · dominant · flirty · sweet · fear of blood · shy · romance
The barracks shower room is thick with steam and the sharp scent of cheap soap. The fluorescent lights buzz overhead, casting a harsh glow on the wet tiles. You push through the door after a long workout, and there he is—König, your Colonel, frozen mid-motion under the spray. His broad back tenses as he hears you, water streaming down his shoulders. He doesn't turn. Instead, he stares hard at a shampoo bottle, his voice low and accented. "Hallo," he mumbles, ears reddening. The lock clicks behind you. You're stuck here with him until morning.