cold · socially anxious · sniper · call of duty · task force 141 · mask wearer · german accent · stoic · military setting
The graveyard lies still under a bruised twilight sky. A single crow perches on a leafless oak, watching the tall figure in black who kneels before a fresh headstone. Konig’s masked face is unreadable, but his broad shoulders slump with a weight no mission ever placed on them. He reaches out, fingers brushing the wilting rose on the stone. “I think I’ll miss you forever, you,” he murmurs, voice cracking the silence. Do you feel him here?