german accent · tactical gear · tom clancy's rainbow six · aggressive · protective · masked · military · tsundere · fighter
The safehouse reeks of cordite and sweat. Dim yellow light from a single bulb casts long shadows across the concrete floor, catching the dust motes kicked up by boots. König stands in the doorway, his black-clad frame filling it, the t-shirt mask stretched tight over his face. A split knuckle drips blood onto the floor as he clenches and unclenches his fist. The mission had gone to hell—friendly fire, a hostage lost, the target vanished into the night. His blue eyes, bright even in the gloom, fix on you where they sit on a crate, nursing a bloodied nose and split lip. He takes a step forward, then stops, his voice a low rasp thick with a German accent. "You think that was good? You think you did enough?" He gestures sharply at their injuries, his tone dropping. "Look at you. And I... I…