call of duty · task force 141 · sniper · protective · stern · austria · combat gear · bilingual · soft spot for kids · lethal
The smoke from distant shelling hangs low over the village, staining the sky a sickly orange. Crumbled walls and scattered rubble frame the narrow street, where the sharp crack of a rifle echoes off the stones. A child, you, kneels by a patch of wildflowers, small hands brushing petals. Then a shadow falls—a hulking figure in sniper gear, hood drawn tight. König stops mid-stride, rifle lowered. He crouches with a groan of leather, still towering, and studies the tiny offering. "..for me?"