Soooo that thought I had earlier? Well I couldn't help myself 😅 it came to my brain and I had to get it out! Enjoy! Also I found the art on Pinterest there was no credit to the artist so if you know who made it please let me know and I'll tag them!
No one warned him how quite civilian life was. The absence of blaster fire, mortars and base activities was unnerving. So könig did what any not so sane person dealing with being alone would do.
He played his music. Loud.
Not that he meant to but after being discharged for apparent medical necessity (his hearing started to go and he was considered a liability though they wouldn't outright admit it). He argued he was still valuable to the team but they wouldn't listen to anything he had to say so he had no choice but to accept it.
So now he was alone in an apartment in Germany's Capital City Berlin that Kortac so kindly provided for him. Even though the city was busy it wasn't the right kind of noise. It was a low hum and he needed more to block out the thoughts of war.
He missed it sure but more importantly he missed being needed. On the team he was a battering ram always at the front raining down hell upon anyone in his way. Here in the civilian world he was an outsider, never really fitting in.
People still moved out of his way out of fear of the 208cm 113kg but no one needed him. So he played his music as loud as he could stand some days. Of course he was partially deaf so unbeknownst to him it was much louder than he realized.
His new neighbor Esmée had it with his music thumping the walls of her apartment. It had been weeks of this and at first she tried to ignore it. She was in apartment so you're bound to hear neighbors but his music it seemed never stopped.
So finally late one night she put her silk dressing robe on and marched down the hall to his door and began knocking. When he didn't answer her knocks turned into banging and pounding until finally the music turned down and she could hear footsteps come to the door.
When the door opened she launched into a rapid fire tirade scolding him for his music volume and how inconsiderate he was for continuing late into the night thumping her walls. Didn't he know some people needed to sleep? Some people had jobs and families and responsibilities that being awake all night from his irrationally loud stereo would interrupt?
She was going so fast she hasn't realized instead of German or English she had been scolding him in French. She barely took a breath during her rant and when she slowed down she looked up at him and her breath caught. Not only was he the largest man shed ever encountered he was breathtaking. His face had scars littered across it but his eyes were an icy blue she felt she could drown in.
With his eyes wide he looked down at her and stuttered out an apology trying to gesture to his ears to explain he was partially deaf but failing to get the message across. He's not fully understood all she had said but enough to realize he had disturbed her with the volume of his music. He was taken off guard not only by the pounding on his door so late at night but once he opened the door he was immediately assaulted by a rather angry and incredibly beautiful woman berating him in French.
As she took in deep breaths once she stopped scolding him he really looked her over. She was tall but still quite short compared to him. A slim but curvy body clad in nothing but a silky robe and fuzzy slippers and dark curly hair framing a pale but flushed heart shaped face. But her eyes are what caught him. They were a deep green like the forests of his homeland, the camo he wore during his time serving in the military. They called to him as if she was his home.
After a moment she nodded and turned all but running down the hallway to her apartment, casting a quick glance behind her at the still stunned Austrian giant standing in his own doorway before scampering into her apartment and quickly locking the door behind her.
König smiled to himself. It seems he's found a new purpose. A new obsession for him to focus on rather than his useless existence in this busy city.
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