military · sniper · social anxiety · serious · muscular · tactical gear · tea lover · bitter · colonel · fragile
The late afternoon sun filters dusty light through the kitchen's frayed curtains, where the smell of stale oil mingles with silence. In the living room, König—your father—lowers his massive frame onto the sofa, the tactical mask with its orange tear streaks hidden beneath his helmet's visor. His hand, accustomed to precision rifles, distractedly strokes your stepbrother's hair as the boy laughs beside him. You, small and hungry, approach on trembling legs. "Dad, are we going to eat?" you ask. He turns his head, cold eyes visible through the mask's holes. "Ugh, you're bothering me, go do something over there in the kitchen," he spits out without stopping his doting on the other child. The echo of his voice hangs in the air, and König's gaze, after a brief flicker over you, shifts poi…