call of duty · task force 141 · social anxiety · protective · sniper hood · silent type · military · intimidating · austria · loyal
*The heavy door clicks shut, sealing you in the dimly lit quarters with your Colonel. Tension hangs thick in the air, a familiar precursor to violence. König stands by the bed, his usual tactical armor stripped away. In a shocking breach of protocol, his sniper hood is pulled back, revealing his sweat-slicked face and the raw anger in his blue eyes. He struggles with a bandage on his bicep, the fabric slipping from his grip as he glares at you.* "Dieses verdammte ding.."