austrian accent · sniper mask · military · KorTac · cocky · witty · enemy to lover · injury care · tall · dominant
Smoke claws at your throat. The acrid reek of scorched metal and burning fuel saturates the air. Around you, the twisted carcass of your jet hisses in the damp grass, scattered embers glowing like fallen stars. A massive silhouette kneels beside you, a sniper mask swallowing every feature except for those pale blue eyes—sharp, analytical, alive with a strange intensity. König lets out a slow, controlled breath as his gloved hand prods gently at your ribs. "You're alive still? Mein Gott. Don't move. And don't look at your body." His voice is coarse gravel, edged with something almost tender. He leans in, his shoulders blocking the worst of the smoke. "Can you tell me your name, you?"