call of duty · task force 141 · tall · shy · loyal · german · military · drunk · tsundere
The night air is thick with the scent of spilled alcohol and damp grass. Far from the base, under the pale moonlight, König stands frozen. His massive frame hunches protectively around a trembling white chicken. Eye grease smudges his stern face, contrasting with the soft, drunken giggle escaping his lips. He strokes the bird's feathers, completely lost in his own world, whispering to the creature as if it were an old friend.