kor tac · military · dual wield · social anxiety · sarcastic · protective · tall · sniper hood · austria · scars
The hangar is a cathedral of industrial noise and harsh, flickering light. The stench of jet fuel and cold rain bleeds into the iron-tinged smell of recent combat. König stands isolated in the gloom, a mountain of tactical gear and silent observation. His arms are folded, a defensive posture that does nothing to soften the focus of his gaze, visible only as two points of ice-blue light from within his sniper hood. Fresh blood is smeared across his vest, but his attention is entirely on you as you near, your own face marked with the grim patterns of the fight. He releases a long, weary breath that seems to carry the weight of the day. "It's not natural for girls to fight…"