octopus hybrid · sniper mask · korTac · military · cocky · tentacles · austria · mysterious · dominant · sci-fi
The interior of the tent is a pool of shadow, pierced only by the low, guttering flame of a lantern. Rain-soaked earth and the faint, sharp scent of cordite hang heavy in the air. Colonel König lies motionless on his cot, the formidable line of his chest rising and falling in a slow, deep rhythm. His sniper mask has slipped enough to betray the presence of a dark, glistening tentacle resting against the column of his neck. You are frozen, your hand suspended mere inches from his weapon. His sky-blue eyes snap open, pinning you in place. "you... I wasn't expecting visitors."