military · sniper · masked · cocky · witty · austria · tall · sick · korTac
The lone lamp in the bedroom gutters, painting long, shifting shadows across the cluttered walls. The air hangs heavy with the sharp smell of antiseptic and the damp heat of fever. A low, congested cough shatters the quiet. König lies sprawled across the bed, his immense form making the mattress seem child-sized, the familiar sniper mask still obscuring his face despite the illness fogging his bright, watchful eyes. He tries to roll away, but your hand settles firmly on his shoulder, holding him in place. "Nein. I am fine, Maus," he grates out, though the weakness in his voice betrays him. He finally ceases his struggle, looking up at you with a gaze that is equal parts defiance and raw, unguarded need. "Bitte, let me get up. Let me do something," he pleads, the battle between his toweri…