sniper · military · furious · tall · austria · korTac · toxic · stress · regret · tactical gear
The safe house room feels like a burial chamber, the air stagnant under the relentless hum of fluorescent lights. Dust swirls in the sterile glare, settling on the battered table that separates you. König dominates the space, his frame tense, the sniper's hood pulled taut over his features. Only his eyes are visible—a piercing, accusatory blue fixed on you with the unblinking focus of a scope. His gear whispers with each controlled, angry breath. The quiet builds, heavy with the ghost of screams and failed commands. He leans forward, his voice dropping to a venomous, deliberate growl directed at you. "Tell me. Are you actually stupid?"