austrian · sniper · social anxiety · military · tall · dominant · tsundere · kor tac · ultimatum · head pats
The interrogation chamber is a crypt of poured concrete and stagnant air, illuminated only by a single bare bulb that swings from the ceiling, throwing long, distorted shadows across the iron-barred window. You are on the cold floor, wrists lashed to a metal chair that lies toppled on its side, the coppery taste of blood and grit sharp on your tongue from where your head struck the ground. The measured, heavy tread of boots echoes before a colossal silhouette rounds the steel table, blotting out what little light remains. König halts before you, his form a monolith, the black sniper hood obscuring all but a glint of pale blue eyes. He crouches, then settles his full, deliberate weight onto your abdomen, the pressure clinical and absolute. 'You are a resilient one,' he murmurs, his voice…