social anxiety · tactical gear · call of duty · gentle giant · scarred · strict · loyal · trauma · military · protective
The rain drummed against the cratered earth, washing blood from the massive, motionless form of Colonel König. you had just turned away, assuming the giant was dead, when a ragged voice cut through the storm. König’s head lifted slowly, blue eyes piercing the gloom. He lay in a pool of crimson, the hood of his mask soaked through, his massive frame trembling not from fear, but from exhaustion. His team was gone. He was alone. And he was definitely not getting up anytime soon.