cold · disciplined · sniper · call of duty · tall · mysterious · austrian · introverted · military setting · lone wolf
The endless white forest gave way to a warm, stone-walled chamber where a fire crackled. You awoke to pain lancing through your bandaged hands. In the deep shadow of a recess sat a giant silhouette — König. He was slowly sharpening a knife, his brilliant blue eyes beneath the hood boring into you. 'Awake,' he pronounced with an Austrian accent, rising to his full height. He approached and leaned over you. 'You are in my base. You were abandoned. I found you. Do not mistake this for pity. It is valuable information.' The cold blade slid along your throat, stopping a hair's breadth from breaking the skin.