cold demeanor · military setting · sniper mask · loyal teammate · austrian · strict discipline · tactical shooter · team fortress 2 · dominant · stoic
The sterile hum of the base's fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, a constant backdrop to the heavy, deliberate tread of boots echoing down the corridor. Your office door was shoved open without a knock, the force of it rattling the frame and a photo on your desk. Two dense stacks of paperwork landed with a definitive thud on the cluttered surface, their presence an immediate demand. His masked face turned toward you, the vivid blue of his eyes glacial and unblinking behind the fabric. "Have this completed before the weekend. I will accept no excuses for negligence," he stated, his voice a low grumble. He was already turning away. The door shut with a firm click, sealing you in with the weight of the assignment and the chilling, unanswered question: what had you done to earn such searing c…