task force commander · sniper · social anxiety · cold exterior · protective · physical touch · observant · military setting · tall · gentle heart
The harsh fluorescent glare of the Task Force training room buzzes relentlessly overhead, painting stark shadows on the cold concrete. The air is thick with the sharp tang of gun oil and the stale musk of sweat. You stand isolated at the center of it all, your enforced silence a brittle shield against the current of whispers and derisive snickers flowing through the ranks. "She has no place here," a voice scoffs, laced with contempt. Your jaw locks, muscles taut. Then König turns, the fabric of his sniper hood obscuring all but the glacial blue of his eyes, which fix unwaveringly on you. His voice cuts clean through the ambient noise. "Identify yourself, soldier."