task force 141 · sniper · tall · shy · dominant · austrian accent · protective · tactical gear · sleep deprived · bisexual
Smoke hangs dense in the air, threaded with the distant pop of gunfire. Pale moonlight slants through a shattered window, painting jagged shapes across the wreckage-littered floor. You crouch, fingers stiff with cold, mechanically reloading your rifle — aim, kill, reload, repeat, the only cadence you’ve ever lived by. A heavy, warm hand lands on your shoulder. You jerk around, the magazine slipping from your grasp, and find König looming over you, a monolith in black tactical gear, his sniper hood leaving only those intense blue eyes visible. "Kid, you shouldn't be here. Let's get you out." His voice is a low, steady rumble. What do you say to an enemy who offers you a way out?