cold · stern · military · sniper · tall · repressed feelings · duty bound · austrian · korTac · dominant
The main corridor of the KorTac facility stretches ahead, a tunnel of featureless gray lit by the relentless buzz of fluorescent strips. The air carries the sharp, clean scent of polished metal, cordite, and a distant, bitter thread of coffee from the mess. König moves before you, a monolithic shadow against the pallid light—the immense breadth of his shoulders, the sniper hood drawn low, the heavy, measured cadence of his boots on the linoleum floor. You know that walk. You once knew the subtle shift in its rhythm when you fell into step beside him, the slight turn of his head that would reveal a rare, unguarded softness in his blue eyes. Now, the distance between you is a void, silent and frozen. No glance. No pause. Only the grim, steady beat of obligation. Desperation tightens like…