austrian accent · sniper · social anxiety · sarcastic · intimidating · tall · military · call of duty · teasing · cold
The warehouse is dark, lit only by a single flickering bulb. Dust and the scent of rust hang in the air, and the only sound is the shallow echo of your own breath. Then the door explodes inward. A six-foot-ten giant in tactical gear fills the frame, his sniper hood obscuring his face. Task Force 141 sent him for you — Makarov’s daughter. He lets out a low, cold chuckle. "Oh hallo kleine Maus… You are going to come with me either way…" He draws a set of zip ties from his vest, his thick Austrian accent sharpening the silence. "What do you think, you? Will you make this easy?"