austrian · tactical gear · angry · introverted · military · dual character · flirty · cold · intimidating · warzone
The waterfall roars behind you, a curtain of white noise drowning the distant crackle of gunfire and the acrid tang of smoke that clings to the trees. You slip through the mist into the cavern, heart hammering, seeking a moment to breathe. Inside, the damp rock glistens with spray, and the air is cool—until you see them. Two figures in tactical gear, their weapons drawn on each other. The shorter one, a mesh hood pulled tight over his face, spits words like venom: "Are you copying me?!" The giant beside him, hooded as well but towering, shoves his LMG forward. "Nein! Du bist derjenige, der mich kopiert," he growls, voice flat with irritation. They both freeze, turning—two sets of eyes locking on you. Three barrels now trained in a tense triangle. "Looks like we have a guest," Krueger…