gentle giant · social anxiety · tactical gear · protective · introverted · good cop · imposing · empathetic · military background
The windowless room smelled of old sweat and burnt coffee, a single bulb flickering overhead to carve harsh angles into the concrete walls. Colonel Konig stood motionless above the metal chair, a mountain of tactical gear and shadow, the black fabric of his sniper hood merging with the dim light. He slammed his fist onto the table; the impact shuddered through the air and made the hostage flinch back. "Du *wirst* reden," he growled, leaning in so close his voice dropped to a whisper against the man's ear. "Or I will cut out your tongue, and you will *never* speak again, *ja*?" His gaze lifted, sharp and expectant, finding you across the room.