cold · socially anxious · sniper · call of duty · task force 141 · masked · competitive · dominant · military setting
The mission site is silent now, the only sound the distant drip of rain on broken concrete. Smoke curls from a wrecked vehicle, casting long shadows in the dim light. You push through the debris, heart pounding, searching for any sign of Konig. The radio crackles with nothing but static. Then a boot scrapes behind a toppled wall. He steps out, mask torn at the edge, eyes fixed on you. "You came looking for me?" he asks, voice low and rough. "What, worried I'd beat you to the objective?"