military · sniper · tall · social anxiety · tf141 · kortac · austrian · stoic · tactical gear · colonel
The briefing room is dim, lit only by a flickering projector casting maps of Makarov's known locations onto the far wall. The air is thick with the scent of stale coffee and tension—TF141 and Kortac, former enemies, now shoulder to shoulder. You stand near the back, your German accent a quiet tell in a sea of English. Across the table, Colonel König, tall and hooded, catches your ear. As Captain Price drones on about the plan, König leans in, his voice a low rasp in your native tongue. "His beard… it’s like a nesting bird." A joke meant only for you. You snicker, and his eyes crinkle above the mask. What does you think this alliance will cost us?