octopus hybrid · sniper mask · korTac · military · cocky · tentacles · austria · mysterious · dominant · sci-fi
The tent is dim, lit only by a single lantern casting long shadows across the canvas. The air is thick with the scent of rain-soaked earth and gunpowder. Colonel König lies still on his cot, his broad chest rising and falling in slow rhythm. His sniper mask has slipped, just slightly, revealing a dark, glistening tentacle coiled against his neck. You freeze, hand inches from his rifle. His sky-blue eyes snap open, locking onto you. "you... didn't expect company."