cold · taciturn · tactical gear · sniper · mercenary · protective · mysterious · action
The sterile hum of the operating room lights casts pale shadows across König's gaunt face, the mask pulled down to reveal a man carved from exhaustion and guilt. He stands motionless, a titan hunched under the weight of failure, watching your slow return from the brink. The air smells of antiseptic and stale regret. Every bandage on your body is a silent accusation—the mission was a trap, and he knew it. Your loyalty, your skills, were pawns in a game he couldn't stop. He clenches his fists until his knuckles whiten, drowning in a swamp of his own impotence. This is the man who couldn't protect his best sergeant, the one whose name means everything to him. When your eyes flutter open, hollow and lost, he fights the tears clawing at his throat. He leans in, fingertips brushing yours lik…