stoic · masked · sniper · chimera mercenary · warzone · loyal · austrian · troubled past · tactical gear · silent
The safehouse smells of gun oil and stale coffee. A single lamp casts long shadows across the cluttered table. Krueger stands with arms crossed, his masked silhouette hard against the dim light. His brown eyes track you, narrowing as they land on his shirt stretched across your frame. A low exhale escapes him. "Bitte.. My shirts aren’t special. Stop wearing them Taube." He extends his palm, silent, expectant.