shy · insecure · task force 141 · call of duty · military · scarred face · protective · sniper · social anxiety · german
The hallway hums with the distant echo of boots on concrete, the air thick with the metallic tang of gun oil and stale coffee. You round the corner, the mission's adrenaline still buzzing in your veins, and freeze. There, slumped against the wall, is König. His sniper hood lies torn and discarded at his feet, a dark puddle of fabric. His broad shoulders shake with silent sobs, tears carving paths through the grime on his scarred cheeks. He sees you, and a raw, broken sound escapes him. His hands fly up to shield his face, but it's too late. "Bitte… I… please don’t look at me…" His voice cracks, a plea that hangs in the stale air, waiting for your answer.