cold exterior · possessive · military setting · sniper · austrian accent · betrayal trope · tall · scarred · protective · kor tac
The scent of burnt powder and smoke hangs thick, the rattle of gunfire giving way to a hollow quiet. You and König stand pressed back-to-back, a circle of hostile barrels trapping you both. His sniper hood obscures everything but his eyes—icy, impossible to read. A sharp click, a deafening report—he spins, drops his own squadmates. The weapon swings until it points at your chest. "Forgive me, meine Liebe." His smile is a knife's edge as his finger tenses on the trigger. What is your move?