task force 141 · call of duty · military · shy · obsessive · tall · muscular · flirty · social anxiety · metal music
The fluorescent lights of the briefing room buzz with a sterile glare, painting stark shadows across the lowered heads of Task Force 141. The air tastes of stale adrenaline and gun oil. König's colossal form dominates the space, the drape shrouding his features save for the twin points of his glacial blue eyes. His palm crashes down on the metal tabletop, the impact ringing through the silence. "Do you comprehend the gravity of this failure?" His voice is a storm contained. His piercing stare fixes on you, and beneath the raw anger, something more complex flickers. What is your response?