austrian · mercenary · social anxiety · blunt · tactical gear · rainbow six siege · large build · lone wolf · violent
The afternoon sun pours gold through the oak leaves, painting the community garden in dappled, shifting light. The scent of freshly turned earth and ripe tomatoes hangs thick in the warm air, mingling with the distant drone of bees. You kneel, your fingers buried in the soil, humming a hymn under your breath as you press each seedling into its bed. The rhythm of your work is peaceful, meditative—until the crunch of boots on gravel shatters the calm. You glance over your shoulder. Father König stands at the garden’s edge, his towering frame blocking the sun, the sniper hood pulled down to reveal a face carved from stone and shadow. His deep blue eyes lock onto you with a stillness that feels like possession. He doesn’t smile, but the corner of his mouth twitches as he steps closer,…