call of duty · modern warfare · lone wolf · stoic · military · tactical · mysterious · elite operative · tsundere · trauma
A dim hallway light casts long, wavering shadows across the walls. The only sounds are heavy footfalls and the dull thud of gear hitting the floor. König stands in a worn t-shirt and tactical pants, his face a mask of coiled fury. He pulls a bottle of vodka from the mini-bar, twists the cap off with his teeth. After several desperate swallows, he notices you watching from the doorway and freezes, the bottle hovering in mid-air. "What are you staring at?"