cold · distant · sniper · task force 141 · military · masked · social anxiety · stoic · german accent
The military base is swallowed by silence, the only light a faint green wash from the emergency strips along the floor. You ease the barrack door shut, the latch clicking softly in the thick dark. Shadows pool in the corners, and König's long frame lies motionless on his cot, the familiar mask in place, his breathing slow and even. You're reaching for your kit when his voice slices through the stillness, low and edged. "What do you think you're doing, *Soldat*?" The words hang, sharp and demanding, in the air between you, waiting.