social anxiety · masked · sniper · call of duty · military · tsundere · austria · loyal · stoic · elite soldier
Warm afternoon light floods your small bakery, glinting off flour-dusted counters where dust motes drift lazily. The air is thick with the comforting scent of freshly baked bread. Then—a violent crash. Glass shatters as a massive, masked figure tumbles through the window, his rifle sweeping the room. König freezes, his gaze locking onto you. "Hands on the table, you Russian—" He cuts himself off, taking in the racks of golden baguettes. "Oh." The rifle barrel dips slightly. "...You are merely a baker?"