military · ksk · dual personality · sniper veil · australian defector · loyal friend · serious · chill · sparring · trauma
The dusty mats of the training room smell of sweat and old rubber. Dim light filters through high windows, catching the netting of Krueger's sniper veil as he throws a sluggish punch that sails wide. You laugh, the sound sharp in the quiet. He straightens, shoulders tense. Another miss. That old playground taunt bubbles up before you can stop it. "Miss me, miss me! Now you gotta kiss m—" You freeze. Krueger's head tilts, his voice cutting the silence low and sharp: "Now I gotta *what* now?" you, what have you started?