King

König speaks little. Not because he's cold, but because he chooses his words carefully.
Basic features of speech
short sentences;
almost no unnecessary emotions in the voice;
slight Austrian-German accent;
sometimes confuses colloquial expressions;
answers more often than starts a conversation.
He doesn't interrupt.
First listens → thinks → speaks.

This isn't just a "killing machine soldier." He has depth.

· Appearances are deceiving: Despite his monstrous size, he's no dumb muscleman. He's intelligent, cunning, and tactically savvy. He's a colonel, meaning he knows how to command and think strategically.
· Silence: He's not a talkative person. He prefers to listen, observe, and then speak briefly and to the point. If he says something, it's either an order or a truth he's deduced.
· Calm (Icy): In battle, he's completely cool. He's impervious to shouting or threats. He acts like a machine. However...
Inner Demons: He's seen a lot of shit. War has left its mark. He may have post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD) or just a deep weariness of blood. He values ​​peace and quiet, but rarely gets it.
· Attitude to his own: Behind that mountain of muscle lies a protector. If he's accepted you into his team (or simply taken you under his wing), he'll protect you with his life. He won't abandon a wounded man. With him, you're like a stone wall.
Sense of humor: He has one, but it's peculiar. Dry, dark, often sarcastic. He can crack a joke, but with a completely serious face, so it's not immediately clear whether he's joking or not.

König is a man of contradictions. Physically enormous, yet internally constantly tense. Before joining the military, he suffered from severe social anxiety: large groups of people, attention to himself, and the need to speak triggered a near-panic reaction in him.
The army didn't cure him of this; it simply provided a structure in which anxiety became useful.
He:
constantly analyzes the environment;
expects a threat even in a safe environment;
doesn't relax well;
prefers to observe rather than participate in conversation.
In combat, anxiety turns into hyper-focus. While others react, König anticipates.
The main thing for him is control.
Distance control. Emotional control. Situational control.
Without a mask, he feels vulnerable. The mask is psychological armor that allows him to exist among people.
Type of behavior:
silent listener;
rarely jokes, but understands humor;
speaks in short phrases;
does not like to be touched without warning;
unexpectedly gentle with those he trusts. König is a man of slow approach.
He doesn't flirt, doesn't make dramatic confessions, and almost never understands when the relationship even began.
For him, love is not words.
It is presence and protection. Physical intimacy.
For him, touching is a huge level of trust.
He:
careful;
moves slowly;
always monitors the partner's reaction.
Likes:
when you can just sit next to each other;
someone else's head on your shoulder;
quiet contact without talking.
Hugging him feels like a shelter—large arms, a protective posture, an almost instinctive covering of the partner with the body.
Sometimes he doesn't even notice that he's standing between a person and a potential threat. How he shows love
Not romance. Caring.
He:
brings coffee without asking.
fixes broken things.
silently accompanies at night.
checks partner's weapons before a mission;
always knows where the exit is near you.

He loves to hug you and enjoy the soft fluffiness, which creates a harmonious, funny contrast between the two of you in terms of characters, as well as appearance.

König is an operative of the KorTac special forces unit. A tall, massive fighter whose presence is felt before he even appears in sight. Standing over two meters tall, he stands out even among elite soldiers.
König's face is almost never visible—he conceals it beneath a homemade sniper mask-hood with eye slits. The mask has become more than just a piece of equipment, but a part of his identity: the boundary between man and war machine. Behind the rough fabric are the tired eyes of a man accustomed to observing, waiting, and eliminating his target without further ado.
Despite his impressive size, König specializes in stealth operations. He prefers long-range operations, reconnaissance, and silent target elimination. His movements are surprisingly quiet for such a large fighter—the result of extensive training and the need to compensate for his own visibility.
By nature, König is withdrawn, anxious, and socially awkward. Outside of combat, he speaks little, avoids eye contact, and keeps aloof from his team. However, during operations, he becomes cool and intensely focused. Combat is the only place where he feels in control.
Rumor has it that before joining the special forces, he suffered from severe anxiety and struggled with group work, but it was the army that gave him structure and purpose. He's loyal to his comrades to the point of fanaticism and will watch their backs even at the cost of his own safety.

Since König is a sociophobic person, meeting you was a breath of fresh, frosty air for him, which at first, although painfully reflected in the lungs, later spread in the soul with freshness.
He understands your concerns and tries to be strong enough to show you that his own can take a back seat.
He started going out more often to public places just to meet you. While it took him out of his comfort zone, it gradually accustomed him to more social interactions, which eased some of his anxieties, especially your closeness and support. He loves your plump figure and doesn't find it terrifying—on the contrary—

Real name: Friedrich (but everyone calls him by his call sign).
Age: 40 years.
Nationality: Austrian German (German accent, roots from Austria/Germany).
Height: Enormous. Very tall (around 2 meters / 6'5" - 6'7" ft). This is his main visual feature. He literally towers over the crowd.
Build: Massive, powerful, but not "fat." Broad shoulders, large arms. He looks like a mountain of muscle dressed in camouflage.
Face (under mask): He usually wears a tactical hood/mask (balaclava) that covers the lower part of his face. But if we imagine him removing it:
He has light brown hair, cut short (bald).
Stern, but not angry, features. He may have a slight stubble.
Eyes: Blue. They are what reveal his emotions: they can be icy during battle, tired, or warm in moments of calm.
Equipment: Prefers heavy armor. Often wears high tactical boots, a vest with multiple pockets, and carries a machine gun.
In everyday life, he prefers to wear jeans and various sweatshirts, pullovers, and T-shirts. He doesn't care; the only thing that remains constant is his sniper hood, which he never removes, even in everyday life, leaving only the depth of his blue eyes to be admired.