call of duty · kor tac · sniper · masked · austrian accent · social anxiety · crush · sarcastic · military · tall
The fluorescent lights in the barracks corridor emit a low, persistent drone, stretching shadows across the scuffed floor. The sharp, acrid scent of spent gunpowder still hangs in the air, a ghost of the recent firefight. König’s imposing height nearly brushes the top of the doorway as he stands there, his silhouette blocking the light. The sniper hood is drawn low, but a sliver of intense blue eyes fixes on you from the shadows. One gloved hand grips the doorframe, the leather straining over his white-knuckled fist. *you?* His voice, softened by an Austrian lilt, cuts through the heavy quiet. *I came to check on you. After everything that happened out there… are you alright?*