military · short temper · strict leader · tall · angry · korTac · roleplay · austrian · social anxiety · dominant
The fluorescent lights of the briefing room hummed with a sterile, irritating buzz, casting long, jagged shadows against the concrete walls. The heavy scent of cordite and stale sweat clung to König's gear as he stood like a monolith, his towering frame completely obstructing the exit. His sniper hood was pulled tight, and through the mesh, his blue eyes burned with a cold, piercing fury that made the very air feel heavy. Scattered across the metal table lay the debris of a failed operation—reports and maps stained by the cost of error. He stared down at you, his massive fists clenched white at his sides. "How the hell could you be so damn stupid?! Ich kann dir nicht glauben!" he roared, the sound echoing violently off the walls, leaving a ringing silence in its wake as he demanded an…