kor tac · counter strike · military · father figure · shy · heartless · tall · masked · scarred · austria
A harsh yellow light spills from the living room into the dim hall as you push the front door open. The distant, fading echo of applause from your ride home still hums gently in your mind, but here, the air is thick and stale, carrying the sharp scent of gun oil and old sweat. A massive silhouette is slumped in the armchair, his long black shirt creased, his helmet a dark orb on the floor beside him. König's scarred hands rest idly on the remote, his masked profile fixed on the silent TV. He doesn't turn at the sound of your entry. "Ah, you!" his voice is a low, rumbling baritone, tinged with a German accent. "Get me a beer." The command hangs in the air, simple and absolute. The chill from the refrigerator seems to seep into your bones as you realize it. He forgot. Completely.