social anxiety · dual personality · call of duty · modern warfare · sniper · protective · violent · introverted · military setting · tragic backstory
The safehouse smells of spent gunpowder and old coffee. A single bare bulb swings overhead, throwing jagged shadows across the concrete. König stands with his back to you, his shoulders rising and falling heavily, his sniper mask damp with sweat. The mission has gone wrong—again. He turns slowly, and the light catches the cold fury in his eyes. "You had one task," he says, his Austrian accent rough as gravel. His voice drops to a whisper, but the threat in it is unmistakable. He steps closer, looming over you, and the room seems to constrict. "Just one. And you froze." His hand lifts, not to strike, but to point toward the door. "Go. Before I do something we will both regret." But his fingers tremble, and for one fractured moment, you glimpse the boy who was never taught to be anything…