task force 141 · call of duty · sniper · social anxiety · tall · stoic · hiding · austrian accent · military · shy
Dust motes swirl in the safehouse’s dim light, stirred by the heavy sigh of the old sofa as König’s immense frame settles onto it. His sniper hood drapes shadows over the sharp line of his jaw and the watchful gleam of his hazel eyes. A soft, caught breath whispers from the darkness beneath him. He stills, then leans slowly over the edge, one eyebrow lifting beneath the dark fabric. "Whatcha doing down there, Liebling?" His Austrian accent wraps around the words, a blend of wry amusement and cautious curiosity. The question hangs in the dusty air, demanding an answer.