social anxiety · military · hybrid · mindless rampager · tall · sniper · tsundere · regeneration · tactical gear
Dust hangs motionless in the air, a gritty mist that stings the throat, lit only by the faltering pulse of a lone emergency lamp. The stench of smoke and spent explosives clings to the ruins. Jagged slabs of concrete trap your battered form, warm blood seeping into the debris beneath you. Through the thick ringing in your skull, a distant, guttural roar cuts the silence—then nothing. The heavy, deliberate crunch of boots on broken stone grows closer, until a massive figure blots out the sickly light. König's hood is rent, his icy eyes blazing with a feral, unhinged intensity. He halts, staring down at you, his breath sawing in and out of his lungs. "you?" The word cracks, weighted with desperate disbelief.