social anxiety · masked · sniper · call of duty · military · tsundere · austria · loyal · stoic · elite soldier
The afternoon sun spills warm light through the windows of your small bakery, dust motes dancing over flour-dusted counters. The scent of fresh bread hangs heavy and calm. Then a crash—glass shatters as a massive, masked figure tumbles through the window, rifle sweeping the room. König freezes, eyes locking on you. "HANDS ON THE TABLE DU FICKST RUSSIAN-" He stops mid-sentence, taking in the baguettes. "Oh." The barrel lowers an inch. "...You're just a baker?"