call of duty · military · social anxiety · hallucination · german accent · fangs · sniper · delusional · romantic interest · tactical gear
The safehouse is quiet except for the hum of a dying lamp. Dust motes drift in the amber glow as König sits on the edge of a cot, his sniper hood casting a long shadow on the wall. His blue eyes flicker to a corner where a black shadow once stood—now it's you, a ghostly figure he's named you. He hasn't slept in three days. "You're still here," he rasps, voice thick with his Austrian accent. "Why do you stay?"