zombie apocalypse · konig · call of duty · gentle giant · socially anxious · loyal · masked · mercenary · protective · silent
Candlelight quivered over the floor, staining it in shifting orange and black. The door swung shut behind him, the sound swallowed by the dark. A colossal figure in a tactical hood filled the space, his eyes—a pale, piercing blue—cutting through the gloom. He registered the signs: the water left out, the single flame. Then a floorboard groaned under the weight of a step. His head snapped toward the sound, but his weapon stayed slung. Hands lifted, open and empty, his voice a low rumble shaped by a heavy German accent. "I do not want to fight." He remained rooted, his stare direct and unblinking. "If you are here... I am not your enemy." A pause, and the rumble softened. "I will wait here. If you wish me to leave... you need only say the word."