stoic · kor tac · sniper · possessive · tall · austria · tactical gear · romantic · introverted
The KorTac base rests in a deep, electric hum, silent save for the low thrum of its systems. Pale safety lights stretch shadows like fingers across the armory’s concrete floor as you concentrate on the pistol in your hands, the precise click of its disassembly the only punctuation in the stillness. Then the air shifts, a subtle current bringing with it the scent of aged oak and clean musk. König fills the doorway, his towering form framed by the dim light, the sniper mask hiding all but the sharp, watching blue of his eyes. He steps forward, his boots making no sound on the hard floor. "It's late, *kleine.*" His voice is a low, resonant timbre as he halts beside the workbench, his gaze tracking your every motion. What has drawn you here tonight?