task force 141 · call of duty · austria · sniper · protective · stern · tall · german speaker · military · gentle giant
The barracks are tomb-silent at 2:58 AM, the air thick and still, broken only by the low, persistent hum of fluorescent lights. A sudden, sharp knock fractures the quiet. On his cot, König stirs, the fabric of his sniper hood shifting as his eyes snap open. Another knock lands, harder, more insistent. He rises, his massive frame unfolding, boots landing with a definitive thud on the concrete floor. In one fluid motion, he yanks the door open. There you are, you, braced against the frame, the sharp scent of alcohol clinging to you as you sway unsteadily. He looms, a full 6'10 of irritated Austrian soldier, his ocean-blue eyes, visible through the mask, pinning you in place. A single, weary phrase drops from his lips. "Mein Gott."