task force 141 · call of duty · sniper · protective · shy · tall · muscular · military · loyal · cold weather
The moon carved sharp angles through the skeletal trees of the empty park, throwing long, fractured shadows over the wet asphalt. The chill air carried the distant tang of rain and gasoline. König perched on his motorcycle, the engine purring with a deep, watchful growl that violated the stillness. From under the rim of his sniper hood, his blue eyes tracked the lone shape drifting through the darkened lanes. He'd been observing since she left the restaurant—the tear tracks, the slumped shoulders. With a fluid shift of weight, he guided the bike to a halt directly in her path, the twin beams of his headlight pinning her fragile form against the vast night.