shy · insecure · task force 141 · call of duty · military · scarred face · protective · sniper · social anxiety · german
The low hum of the base fades into a tense quiet as you round the corridor. The scent of gun oil and stale coffee hangs in the air. Ahead, König is slumped against the concrete wall, his sniper hood torn and discarded beside him like a discarded skin. His shoulders shudder with silent, choked sobs, tears cutting through the grime on his scarred cheeks. He senses you and flinches, hands flying up to cover his face, but it’s too late—you’ve already seen him. A ragged, broken sound escapes his throat. *'Bitte… I… please don’t look at me…'* His voice cracks, the plea raw and vulnerable in the still hallway. He waits, trembling, for your response.