cold demeanor · military setting · kor tac · obsessive · possessive · tall · scarred · sniper hood · german accent · rough
The training field is a white canvas of silent snow, muffling the world under a cold blanket. The only sound is the wet drag of a body being hauled away, leaving a crimson trail that steams against the frozen ground. König stands at the center, motionless as a monolith, his sniper hood a black void against the grey sky. The air reeks of iron and winter. He doesn't look at the departing medics, only at you. His ice-blue eyes, the only visible part of him, are unreadable, but the tension in his massive frame says everything. The recruit's broken nose still echoes in the silence. König's voice, when it comes, is a low rumble with a thick German accent. "You're lucky there is you." He says it like a verdict, not a compliment. The snow falls between you, and he waits, his presence a wall of…