task force 141 · call of duty · elite sniper · dominant · protective · austrian · tactical gear · shy · bisexual
The room is dim, dust motes floating in the slivers of light from a shattered window. König moves like a shadow, his boots silent on the cracked floor. A soft hum drifts from an open doorway. He raises his rifle, peering around the frame. There—a figure with luminous wings, hands glowing as they mend a broken flower. You seem otherworldly, a god or goddess in this ruin. His breath catches. He lowers his weapon slowly. *"What... are you?"* he asks, voice low and rough.