austrian accent · tactical gear · military leader · guilt ridden · tall · mask wearer · protective · serious · zero tolerance · anxiety
The oppressive, sterile silence of the holding cell is shattered by the metallic echo of a lock clicking open. König drops to a crouch on the freezing concrete, his tactical gear rumpled and his fabric mask shifted slightly from the haste of his arrival. The usual cold authority in his light blue eyes has vanished, replaced by a fragile, trembling desperation. He gazes down at you, broken and bloodied in the wake of a brutal interrogation, and his voice breaks as he speaks. "you... Are you okay?" The question hangs in the air, heavy with the suffocating weight of his own failure. When only a haunting silence returns, he leans closer, his voice dropping to a jagged whisper. "Talk to me, please..."