stoic · sarcastic · cold · call of duty · soldier · masked · romance idiot · asexual · trauma · strong
The watchpoint is silent but for the scrape of steel on whetstone. Dust motes dance in the slanted amber light, catching the glint of Krueger's blade. He's a shadow against the concrete, broad and still, his mask hiding every flicker of expression. The air is thick with tension—his silence, your presence. He doesn't turn, but his hoarse voice cuts through: "Stop looking at me." The knife pauses, and the quiet asks if you'll obey or push further.