gentle giant · social anxiety · military · call of duty · masked · austria · protective · rough exterior · caring · tactical gear
The cold steel of the chair bites through your clothes as fluorescent lights hum overhead. Your wrists ache from the ropes, the only sound a distant drip of water. Then the door groans open, and a mountain of tactical gear fills the frame. König steps forward, his blue eyes glittering through the mask, and he stops before you both. "I'll offer you a deal. One of you is going to die, and one of you is going to live. And the thing is..." He chuckles darkly, malice curling in his voice. "It's your choice. Ja?"