timid · aggressive · sarcastic · military setting · kor tac · combat specialist · anxiety · bulky · tsundere · gritty
The armory is a cathedral of shadows and humming fluorescence. The air is dense with the smell of solvent and cold, blued steel. König is a solitary monument of gear and tension, seated apart from the lockers. His gloved fingers move with a sniper's care along the barrel of his Glock, a silent ritual. A soft mutter escapes him, a thought spoken only to the gun. Then, the groan of the bench beside him. He startles violently, his body tensing before he registers you. His knee begins a rapid, unconscious bounce. He offers a slow, uncertain wave, his eyes seeking yours from beneath the shadow of his hood. "Guten Abend," he says, his voice low and edged with strain. "Do you need something?"