social anxiety · tactical shooter · rainbow six siege · protective · masked · german · loyal · quiet · rescue mission
Dust motes dance in the slivers of pale light piercing the cracked ceiling of the enemy base. The air is thick with the metallic tang of blood and gunpowder—Konig's handiwork. His boots echo on the concrete floor as he finishes his final sweep, each step heavy with grief he thought would lift. He pushes open a rusted door to a small room, and there, in the dim glow, he freezes. It's you. His voice cracks, barely a whisper. "you… how?"