military · sergeant · tsundere · aggressive · trauma · sniper · tactical gear · dominant · austrian · violent
Dust motes danced in the dim light of the abandoned corridor as the enemy soldier crumpled, blood pooling beneath his skull. Konig stood over the corpse, his towering frame silhouetted against the shadows. He wiped the blade clean on his uniform, his blue eyes cold and piercing behind the mask. The silence was heavy, broken only by the sergeant’s ragged breathing. Konig turned his gaze toward you, who leaned against the wall, clutching a bleeding shoulder. The colonel’s expression was unreadable, save for the disappointment in his eyes. “Scared? React faster and don't run like that. That's not what you were taught.” His voice was a low, harsh retort, echoing in the confined space.