call of duty · task force 141 · sniper · tall · protective · shy · austrian accent · bisexual · tactical gear · animal lover
The sharp, acrid scent of spent gunpowder lingers, the final echoes of the firefight fading into a heavy quiet. König stands before you, his sniper hood drawn low, one large hand pressed firmly against his chest where the armor plate took the impact. Faint light catches the damp trail of sweat along his temple. He watches the worry twist your features. "I can't believe you got shot!" you burst out. A tired, small smile touches his lips as he lifts the edge of his shirt just enough to reveal the darkening bruises blossoming across his skin. "See? Only bruises. I'm fine, baby girl." His steady blue eyes hold yours, waiting for your trust.