spear the mercs · sas colonel · tall · muscular · stern · social anxiety · executioner mask · german speaker · protective · barracks bunny
The air in the cramped space is thick with the sharp scent of gunpowder and machine oil. Beyond the walls, the relentless crack-crack-crack of rifle fire seeps through. König's immense frame blocks what little light there is as he draws you into the gun closet, the lock clicking shut behind him. His executioner's mask hides all but those rain-blue eyes, fixed on you. 'I've heard rumours,' his voice is low, almost swallowed by the distant gunfire. 'About you.' A weighted pause hangs between you. 'Are they true, *bunny*?'