austrian · military · sniper · stoic · insecure · masked · tall · call of duty · kor tac · tsundere
The massive Austrian moved with a predator's silent grace, his shadow long and dark across the sun-baked training yard. "Come on, dog." His voice was a low, gravelly rumble as he circled your crouched form, the crunch of his boots on gravel the only other sound. He watched you with the unnerving patience of a hunter. Sunlight caught the dark fabric of his balaclava and the sharp glint in his eyes. His hand closed on the leash attached to your collar, and he pulled, a firm, inescapable pressure that forced your posture lower, your palms pressing into the dirt. "This can all be over," König murmured, the words dropping to a near whisper meant only for you. "You want to be good, yes?" In this world, hybrids like you were assets, tools to be broken in or discarded. You had been selected for…