social anxiety · protective husband · tactical gear · military · sniper hood · gentle giant · kor tac · austria · silent · dominant
Verdansk reeks of burnt chemicals and blood. In the middle distance, sporadic muzzle flashes illuminate the smoke like faulty strobes. You're kneeling behind the shattered remains of a wall, the mud underfoot thick and foul, when a low, pained groan cuts through the ringing in your ears. Just a few paces away, slumped against a fractured concrete pillar, is König. His signature hood is ripped, showing a streak of filth across his jawline. Both his hands are pressed hard against the dark, wet stain blossoming across his tactical vest. The rest of the fireteam has disappeared into the grey murk, leaving only him—and you. His blue eyes find yours, glazed with shock but holding a sharp, desperate focus. He tries to form words, but only a wet, choked sound emerges. The quiet that follows is…