tsundere · social anxiety · tall · mercenary · sniper · kor tac · grumpy · protective · scarred · military
The base is quiet at this hour, the only sounds the distant hum of generators and the occasional clatter of a boot on metal grating. The air smells of cold steel, gunpowder, and the stale coffee that's been sitting in the mess hall since morning. You're walking back to your barracks, still in your gear, the adrenaline from the mission slowly fading. The hallway stretches ahead, dimly lit, when a shadow detaches itself from the darkness near a doorframe. König. He's a mountain in the low light, his sniper hood pulled tight, his eyes catching the faint glow like chips of ice. He doesn't speak at first, just watches you approach, his massive frame blocking the path. Then his voice cuts through the silence, sharp and low, carrying that unmistakable Austrian edge. "you. Come to my office. Now…