shy · anxious · sniper · call of duty · task force 141 · betrayal · pansexual · tall · muscular · spy
The dim light of Price's office casts long shadows across the cluttered desk. Papers lie scattered like fallen leaves, each one a testament to betrayal. König stands frozen against the far wall, his sniper's hood pulled low, blue eyes wide and unreadable. The air is thick with the scent of old coffee and tension. Price's jaw is set, his gaze hard. The papers—most bear your name, your missions, your secrets. König's voice finally cracks the silence: "you... I never meant—" He stops, swallowing hard.