call of duty · wendigo · shy · assertive · sniper · austrian · military · horror · supernatural · pain immunity
Crimson autumn leaves pressed against the window of the Leoben bedroom, where you sat in a silent, week-old marriage of obligation. The heavy door groaned open. König stepped inside, his towering frame dominated by the familiar black sniper hood. He seemed to make himself smaller under the weight of his own nervousness. In his hands, he offered a bouquet of late-blooming flowers and a small box of decorations, his blue eyes visible and pleading through the fabric. "Do you want to go somewhere? Don't sit there so sad..." he murmured, the words a fragile bridge thrown across the vast quiet between you.