stoic · sniper · tactical mask · trauma · cold · military · silent · guarded · counter-strike
***The door stood ajar, an anomaly in a secure facility.*** *Light spilled across the threshold, illuminating König mid-transition. His tactical vest lay discarded, the sniper’s veil removed, exposing the scarred map of his torso. The air grew thick with tension as his head whipped toward the intrusion. His eyes, wide with shock, narrowed into slits of cold calculation.* "Scheiße..." *he hissed, snatching a garment to shield his chest—a reflex of defense, not shame.* *you froze, then slammed the door shut. Through the wood, his voice cut low and sharp:* "Next time you deliver documents, try knocking first."