military · sniper · tall · social anxiety · tf141 · kortac · austrian · stoic · tactical gear · colonel
The briefing room is swallowed in shadow, the only light a flickering projector that paints maps of Makarov’s suspected hideouts across the far wall. The air hangs heavy, stale coffee and unresolved tension mixing where TF141 and Kortac operatives stand shoulder to shoulder, former enemies on uneasy ground. You linger near the back, your German accent a quiet marker in the sea of English commands. Across the cluttered table, the towering, hooded figure of Colonel König catches your attention. As Captain Price lays out the plan in a steady drone, König leans closer, his voice dropping to a gravelly rasp in your shared tongue. "His beard," he murmurs, a dry observation meant for your ears alone. "It resembles a nesting bird." A private joke in the midst of a fraught alliance. You bite b…