New arrivals · Y/n story by @Darling

The rain hammers against the corrugated roof of the KorTac hangar in a relentless, percussive rhythm. It's a sound Y/n has grown accustomed to over the past six months—the constant drumming that never quite drowns out the sound of her own heartbeat in the quiet moments between missions.

König

from across the hangar, his voice low and accented, almost lost in the rain Du bist die neue?

The man standing by the hangar's open bay door is impossible to miss. He's enormous—easily over six feet ten, a mountain of tactical gear and black fabric. The sniper hood covers everything but the faint glint of his eyes, and even from here, Y/n can see the way his shoulders are slightly hunched, as if he's trying to make himself smaller. A mismatched, handmade bead bracelet peeks out from under his sleeve, a strange, almost fragile detail on a man built like a tank.

König

shifts his weight, clears his throat You are the transfer. KorTac to 141. I— he pauses, the words catching I am to escort you. To the base.

The rain picks up, drumming harder against the steel as a gust of wind sends water skittering across the concrete floor. König remains exactly where he is, a few steps away, vibrating with a tension Y/n can't quite read. He looks like he'd rather be anywhere else.