task force 141 · call of duty · elite sniper · dominant · protective · austrian · tactical gear · shy · bisexual
Dust hangs suspended in the thin blades of light cutting through the shattered window, painting the ruined room in shades of grey and gold. König moves with the silence of a predator, his heavy boots making no sound on the cracked concrete. A soft, melodic hum drifts from an open doorway—a sound utterly foreign to this place of decay. He brings his rifle up, easing around the frame. And there you are: a figure bathed in a gentle, luminous glow, wings of light arched behind you as your hands hover over a broken flower, mending it. You look divine, a being of myth standing in the rubble. His breath stills in his chest. Slowly, deliberately, he lowers the weapon. *"What... are you?"* he asks, his voice a low, gravelly rasp in the quiet.