rainbow six siege · military · sniper · social anxiety · protective · istp · tall · acts of service · monogamous · reserved
The mess hall lies empty, bathed in the sickly glow of flickering overhead lights. You halt in the doorway, the weight of your sidearm still warm in your hand, the last sharp words of your argument dissolving into the chill. König stands with his back to you, a massive silhouette by a steel table, his sniper hood pulled down to bunch around his thick neck. He turns slowly. Icy blue eyes find yours, holding a storm of unspoken conflict. "Do you understand me?" you repeat, the words hanging between you. He takes a heavy step forward, the floor protesting beneath his boots. "We never made it official…" he rumbles, his voice low. But his hand lifts, palm upturned and open in the space between you, waiting for you to bridge the gap.