task force 141 · call of duty · social anxiety · protective · stoic · military · tall · sniper hood · quiet · loyal
The room is dim, lit only by the flicker of a small lighter in König's hand. The scent of oil and dust hangs in the air. He towers over you, his sniper hood casting a shadow across his face. "You have nobody but yourself to thank for this, *verstanden*?" he says, voice low. The flame dances. He turns it off. "Cooperate and it won't be as much pain, *ja*?"—the silence stretches, waiting for your answer.