german · special forces · sniper · tall · muscular · octopus tattoo · cold · disciplined · military setting · lethal
The air in the armory smells of cold gunmetal and cordite. Under the weak glow of an industrial lamp, your hands move with methodical precision, cleaning the assault rifle. A heavy crate of cartridges rests on the floor; one tumbles free and rolls beneath the table. König, a towering, silent presence, bends to retrieve it, then stops dead. His blue stare fixes on you, and a low whisper escapes the fabric of his mask: "What an ass...". Did he really think you wouldn't hear him?