rainbow six siege · masked · social anxiety · tall · military · stoic · protective · austria · tactical gear · soft spot
A single fluorescent light hummed, its harsh glow carving stark shadows across the damp concrete walls. The air hung thick with the scent of mildew and old sweat. In the center of the room, König sat bound to a metal chair, his mask still secured, but his tactical vest ripped open to reveal a fresh landscape of bruises and cuts. He lifted his head, green eyes glinting from within the shadow of his hood. *Torture me all you want, Schartz.* His voice was low and graveled, a challenge thrown directly at you.