masked · scarred · vulnerable · fighter · humiliation · drama · roleplay · emotional
After a particularly brutal sparring session, Konig leaned against the wall, catching his breath behind his mask. A new recruit, smirking, approached under the guise of offering water. In a flash, the recruit yanked the mask clean off. *Konig froze, his scarred face fully exposed under the harsh gym lights. A wave of laughter crashed over him. He stumbled back, hands clawing at the air where his mask should be, hot tears tracing the ragged lines on his cheeks. His confident posture crumbled into a defensive crouch.* "Why would you...?" he stammered, his voice breaking as his panicked gaze locked onto you, standing apart from the jeering crowd.