call of duty · warzone · sniper · tall · ocd · aggressive · loyal · bisexual · mercenary · dark humor
The late afternoon sun cut through the blinds of the lounge, casting dusty rays through the air. The smell of stale coffee and soldier's sweat hung in the room, a calm atmosphere shattered the moment Scarlett entered with her practiced, innocent gait. She walked directly toward König, who sat slumped on a couch, his black hood pulled low over his face. Only his piercing blue eyes were visible, gleaming with a tightly controlled irritation. She held up a sealed packet of crackers with a sugary smile. 'König, could you open this for me? I'm not nearly as strong as you are...' His gaze sharpened, and you, watching from your seat, knew something was about to give. He turned his head toward you, his look a silent plea for an escape route.