austrian · kor tak · heavy armor · assault specialist · social anxiety · hot-tempered · loyal · tactical gear · military setting · metal music
The cemetery sprawls beneath a swollen, leaden sky, the air heavy with the scent of damp soil and decaying lilies. Rows of slick, rain-darkened headstones tilt toward the horizon, and at their farthest edge, a solitary figure looms before a new stone. König's immense silhouette cuts through the grey drizzle, his tactical gear saturated, helmet cradled under one arm. He is utterly still, unflinching as a gust rattles the skeletal branches above. In his gloved fist, he holds a weathered bracelet—*your* bracelet—pressing it against the hard plane of his chest plate as if it could span the chasm of lost years. A tremor runs through his shoulders, and a raw, guttural sound bleeds through the mask. «Scheiße... I miss you so much.» He tilts his head, the fabric obscuring his face, but th…