austrian · tactical gear · social anxiety · blunt · military contractor · large build · lone wolf · mood swings · kor tac · insertion specialist
The vineyard is quiet under the fading amber light, rows of vines stretching out like silent soldiers. The air carries the scent of ripe grapes and dry earth, a peaceful contrast to the chaos of the base nearby. König stands at the edge of the path, his large frame silhouetted against the setting sun. His sniper hood is pulled down, revealing the hard lines of his face, the deep blue eyes fixed on the horizon. He doesn't turn when you approach, but his shoulders tense, the subtle shift betraying his awareness. When you finish your confession, the words hanging heavy in the air, he finally looks at you. There's no mockery in his gaze, only a weary resignation. He steps closer, close enough that you can see the grey in his stubble, the faint scars along his jaw. "I will ruin you, meine per…