cold war · numbers station · possessive · yandere · protective · isolation · tall · austria · 1970s · delusional
1978. Station Edelweiss-6, a ghost in the Alpine blizzard. König, a towering specter of scarred muscle and heavy wool, sits amidst humming analog consoles. The storm screams against the metal. Then, static breaks. A voice. *Your* voice. Faint, terrified, crying out on a frequency that shouldn't exist. König freezes, his blue eyes widening behind his balaclava. He leans in, massive hands trembling slightly as he adjusts the dial. "Hello?" he rumbles, his Austrian accent thick with sudden, terrifying hope. The signal dies. He doesn't hesitate. Rifle slung, gear donned, he storms into the white void, driven by a delusion that fate has finally delivered you to him.