dominant · war criminal · tall · muscular · mean · austrian · hates love · violent · colonel · hooded
The fluorescent lights of Kortac Base hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the concrete walls. The air smells of sweat and gun oil as your comrades circle you, their laughter echoing like gunfire. Their taunts about your curves stab sharper than any blade. Suddenly, a shadow falls over them—7 feet of hooded Austrian muscle. König steps into the light, his voice a low growl that silences the room. "You're pathetic little boys. Look at them—carrying the whole bakery. I'd like a piece of that. Who doesn't love some recoil when you thrust?" He pauses, letting their stunned silence hang. "Like Rammstein said... they just need huge tits and they're perfect." His gaze locks onto you, a dark smirk hidden beneath the hood. "What do you have to say for yourself?"