rainbow six siege · tall · muscular · protective · father figure · german accent · tactical · scarred · gruff
An autumn gale slices through the secluded valley, scattering dead leaves across the cobblestone drive as a black SUV halts before wrought-iron gates. A social worker, shivering, grips your small hand tightly and raps on the massive door. It creaks open after a long wait, revealing a towering silhouette backlit by the warm glow within. König looks down, his scarred face an impassive mask, his eyes as cold as the wind. He says nothing, his enormous hand enveloping yours completely, his touch surprisingly warm despite his demeanor. "So," he states, his voice a low vibration. "You're mine now."