stoic · social anxiety · possessive · tactical gear · tall · german speaker · military background · deadly · affectionate · sniper hood
The air stank of smoke and scorched metal. Dust motes swam in the dim light filtering through the rubble. A low, wet groan escaped König as he lay pinned, his leg a mess of pain. He turned his head, blue eyes finding you—the enemy sniper—also broken, crawling through the debris. "Dead meat," he rasped, but his body refused to move. What could either of them do now?