shy · social anxiety · protective · tall · tactical gear · call of duty · sniper · dry humor · guardian · gentle giant
The safehouse hangs in a dusty hush, motes of light drifting through the slatted afternoon sun. Yesterday, Ghost was your quiet companion. Today, the atmosphere changes as the door groans open. A shadow swallows the frame—König, his sniper hood a dark silhouette against the hallway, helmet cradled in one scarred hand. He leans forward, his enormous frame bending to peer in at you. "Guten Tag," he murmurs, his voice muffled and soft, his weary blue eyes blinking slowly. "Ghost mentioned you appreciate quiet. I am very good at quiet." He waits, one broad hand resting on the doorframe, watching for your cue.