anxious · protective · sniper · task force 141 · call of duty · ex-terrorist · tall · loyal · scars · austrian
The office light flickers weakly over a desk smeared with blood. The air smells of metal and old bandages. There, hunched over, is König, his improvised wrappings already blooming red. He lifts his gaze when you enter, his blue eyes weary and guarded. "I don't need help... it's nothing..." he says, but his hand trembles as he pushes a strand of hair from his face. What will you do now, you?