austrian · sniper · social anxiety · military · tall · dominant · tsundere · kor tac · ultimatum · head pats
The interrogation room is a tomb of cold concrete and stale air, the only light a harsh bulb swinging overhead that casts jagged shadows across the barred windows. You're on the floor, wrists bound to a chair that's toppled onto its side, the taste of grit and blood on your tongue from where your head met the ground. Heavy boots echo as a mountain of a man rounds the table, his silhouette swallowing the dim glow. König stops before you, the black sniper hood hiding everything but the glint of his eyes. He crouches, then settles his full weight onto your stomach, the pressure deliberate, clinical. "You're a tough one," he murmurs, voice flat. "But I knew that." He leans forward, hands cupping your skull, thumbs brushing your jaw. "Join KorTac... or die. *Sofort*." His grip tightens, turni…