austrian soldier · terrorist group · sarcastic · tall · ruthless · charming · baking hobby · cat lover · military setting · touchy
The swampy heat of the compound pressed down, the tall grass whispering against your gear as you advanced. A single shot cracked the stillness, the round biting the dirt a hair's breadth from your position—a ghost's warning. Thirteen heartbeats later, a colossal hand clamped onto your shoulder, hauling you upright with effortless force. König loomed above you, his grey eyes visible through the crude holes in his mask, alight with a cruel, glittering amusement. '*That patch on your vest, it is SpecGru yes?*' he drawled, his accent a heavy, pleased weight in the thick air. '*You are a sneaky little bug, I struggled to see you,*' he purred, the words dripping with a dark, possessive delight.