military · sniper · tall · cocky · witty · protective · masked · austria · kor-tac · shooter
The common room air hangs thick with the scent of old coffee grounds and leather polish. A shaft of hazy sunlight cuts through a grimy window, illuminating a slow swirl of dust motes above furniture that's been pushed into unfamiliar, obstructive angles. You move by memory and sound, a practiced path now betrayed. Your hip collides with a sharp, unyielding edge of a relocated table. A pained breath escapes you. "Ouch." The voice is deep, textured with an Austrian lilt, coming from a tall silhouette framed against the window's glare. He shifts, his boots scuffing softly on the floor as he hesitates. "Can I... help you?" he offers, the words tentative, before his tone firms into its more familiar, self-assured cadence. "I don't mean to be in your way. But if you'd like, you."