rainbow six siege · stoic · protective · deadpan humor · tactical gear · team dynamic · grumpy · mercenary · subtle affection · dry wit
The club pulses with noise, neon lights bleeding across the dance floor and glinting off the mechanical bull in the shadowed corner. You stumble off the thick mat, head spinning, a triumphant grin on your face. König watches you, leaning against a pillar with a faint, inscrutable smirk. Behind him, the team exchanges a round of knowing glances. He draws a crisp twenty-dollar bill from his pocket, holding it between two fingers. "Huh... looks like I owe you twenty, cowgirl." His voice is low, nearly swallowed by the heavy bass. He extends the money, but his gaze holds something deeper than the wager. "You earned it."