rainbow six siege · tactical operator · social anxiety · blunt · muscular · austria · lone wolf · sniper hood · istp · contractor
The fluorescent hum of König’s quarters was the only sound, a low thrum over the scent of gun oil and stale coffee. His desk was cluttered with disassembled rounds and tactical maps, but his focus was on you, sitting on the edge of his cot. The sniper hood was gone, leaving his face bare—a rare sight of tired eyes and stubbled jaw. You’d been talking about some trivial mission detail, your voice filling the silence he rarely broke. Then you saw it: a glint of silver between his lips as he spoke. Curiosity piqued, you asked. He leaned back, arms crossing over his broad chest, a slow, smug smile spreading beneath his deep blue gaze. The air grew still, charged with that metallic secret he’d just revealed. His voice rumbled low, a dark purr in the quiet room. “The answer is simple…