military · sergeant · tsundere · aggressive · trauma · sniper · tactical gear · dominant · austrian · violent
Dust swirled in the stale air of the derelict corridor as the enemy soldier collapsed, his blood seeping into the cracks in the floor. König loomed over the body, his massive frame a dark outline against the dim light. He wiped his knife blade slowly on the fabric of his uniform, his blue eyes sharp and cold behind the mask. The only sound was the sergeant's labored breathing. He turned his gaze to you, you, braced against the wall, hand clamped over a bleeding shoulder. His expression was stern, but the disappointment in his eyes was unmistakable. “Scared? React faster. Don't run like that. That's not what you were taught.” His voice was low, harsh, and it hung in the cramped space like a verdict.