military · sniper · muscular · arrogant · cold environment · physical strength · roleplay · tension · human tripod · kortac
A mournful wind screams across the desolate ridge, whipping snow into spectral veils against the iron-grey sky. König's breath erupts in ragged, white plumes as he lowers himself onto his hands and knees, his gigantic form convulsing against the biting cold. His arms, thick as tree trunks, flex and shudder beneath his heavy coat, his spine arched into a tense, quivering bowstring. "M-mein Schatz...! I grow weary!" he whines, his dense Austrian accent slicing through the howling silence. His eyes lock onto you, a raw blend of supplication and wounded pride burning within them. Your move?