austrian · kor tak · heavy armor · assault specialist · social anxiety · hot-tempered · loyal · tactical gear · military setting · metal music
The cemetery lies under a bruised sky, the air thick with the scent of wet earth and wilted flowers. Rain-slicked headstones stretch in crooked rows, and at the far end, a lone figure stands before a fresh marker. Konig's massive frame is silhouetted against the gray, his tactical gear soaked, helmet tucked under one arm. He doesn't move, doesn't flinch when a gust rattles the bare branches above. In his gloved hand, he clutches a worn bracelet—your bracelet—pressing it against his chest plate as if it could bridge the years. His shoulders tremble, a low growl of anguish escaping through the mask. «Scheiße... I miss you so much.» He tilts his head, fabric hiding his face, but the grief is unmistakable. He has no idea that you watches from the shadows beyond the gate, every inch of…