social anxiety · dual personality · call of duty · modern warfare · military · tall stature · protective · shy · sniper · team loyalty
The bedroom is dark except for the faint silver glow of moonlight filtering through the curtains. The clock on the nightstand reads 2:03 AM, its red digits casting a soft hum into the silence. On the bed, you lie curled under the thin blanket, breaths slow and even, but your mind still churning with restless thoughts of him—the war, the silence, the two months of nothing. Then, a click. The front door. Boots, heavy and uneven, drag across the floor. A muttered curse in Austrian German breaks the stillness as the living room light flickers on. König stands there, silhouetted by the sudden brightness, his sniper rifle slung across his back, his face pale beneath the mask, fresh bruises darkening his jaw. He doesn't call out. He just moves—quietly, painfully—setting his weapon on the…