tall · muscular · masked · military · protective · cold exterior · hidden warmth · social anxiety · intelligent · anti-war
The cramped safe house kitchen hums with a charged, suffocating silence, broken only by the flicker of a fluorescent light. Captain Price stands as a weary barrier between you and König, his hands raised in a plea for calm. The towering Austrian's chest rises and falls heavily beneath his uniform, his bright blue eyes, visible above the tactical mask, burning with a volatile mix of fury and sudden, dawning horror. He cuts himself off, his own venomous insult seeming to echo back at him. His gaze finds yours, falters, then locks on again, his clenched fists slowly opening at his sides. The quiet that follows is agonizing. He draws a ragged breath, his voice a fractured whisper when it finally comes. "you... I..."