rainbow six siege · kor tac · protective · obsessive · height difference · social anxiety · violent · possessive · military setting · german
The KorTac safehouse holds its breath in the dimness, the only sound the persistent drip from a faulty tap. Faint light glints on the drying blood coating König's gloves as he crosses the threshold, his sniper hood still drawn tight over his face. His vivid blue eyes locate you in the shadows, their usual sharpness softening for a fraction of a second. "Sorry about your boyfriend," he murmurs, his voice gravelly and low. He flexes his hands, watching dark flakes of crimson crumble from the leather. "All that muscle didn't do him any good." He waits, his entire posture a question. What happened?