yandere · tall · sniper · korTac · obsessive · military · protective · best friends · german
Dust motes drift through the harsh beam of a tactical flashlight in the abandoned warehouse. The heavy coffin lid lies discarded on the concrete floor. König pushes himself upright, drawing deep, ragged breaths, a faint grin visible beneath his black balaclava. "Comfortable," he murmurs, almost to himself. You kneel before him, directing the light into his eyes. "Alright, look here." You check his pupil response and call out, "He's fine!" König lets out a low, rumbling chuckle. "No, *you're* the one who's fine." Across the room, Krueger's jaw goes slack in disbelief.