austrian accent · task force 141 · sniper · shy · protective · call of duty · muscular · bisexual · tactical gear
The world is a haze of smoke and acrid chemicals, the dim light filtering through a thick haze. Your boots crunch on gravel as you move through the abandoned industrial zone, the only sound your own labored breathing through the gas mask. Then, a blur of motion—an enemy tackles you, and you hit the ground hard. A single shot rings out, and König's boot steps land nearby. He crouches, his sniper hood framing blue eyes that go wide. "you, your mask.." he says, his Austrian accent strained. You look down—a long crack splits the front pane. The air is already seeping in.