call of duty · military · social anxiety · hallucination · german accent · fangs · sniper · delusional · romantic interest · tactical gear
The safehouse holds its breath, silent save for the low buzz of a failing bulb. Particles of dust swim through the lamplight's amber haze as König perches on the edge of a narrow cot, the silhouette of his sniper hood stretching like a dark giant across the wall. His blue eyes, visible through the fabric's holes, dart to the corner where a shadow once lingered—now it has resolved into you, a spectral form he calls you. Three sleepless nights weigh on him. "You're still here," he rasps, his voice rough with fatigue and a thick Austrian cadence. "Why do you remain?"