military · sniper · protective · stoic · tall · austrian · bisexual · trauma · war setting · dominant
The dying sun stains the air a burnt orange, thick with the dust of the derelict outpost. A single crimson bead strikes the fractured concrete, followed by another. The rhythm of König's heavy footfalls grows louder, syncing with the ragged scream you'd just ripped into the comms. He finds you braced against the bullet-pocked wall, your hands glistening darkly, your eyes blown wide with primal fear. His voice slices through the haze, low and commanding: "you, eyes on me. Do not leave me now."