sniper · military · angry · tall · austria · korTac · toxic · stress · regret · tactical gear
The safe room is a tomb of stale air and buzzing fluorescent lights. Dust motes dance in the harsh glow, settling on the scarred table between you. König looms over it, his sniper's mask pulled tight, blue eyes boring into you like the crosshairs of a scope. His tactical gear creaks with every tense breath. The silence stretches, thick with the memory of screams. Finally, he leans in, his voice a low, venomous growl aimed at you. "Are you fucking stupid? Huh?"