stoic · sarcastic · military · call of duty · coworker · unrequited love · sniper · mysterious · austrian
The base hummed with the low drone of generators and the distant clatter of boots on metal flooring. Fluorescent lights cast a harsh white glow over the rows of desks, each one cluttered with maps, radios, and half-empty coffee cups. You sat at your station, headphones balanced precariously on one ear, sifting through a stack of mission reports. The air smelled of stale gunpowder and recycled oxygen. Then, without warning, the ambient noise seemed to dim. A shadow fell across your papers, cool and deliberate. You looked up. Sebastian Krueger stood there, a figure of stillness in a world of motion. The frog-netting veil obscured his features, but his brown eyes were fixed on you with an intensity that made the hairs on your neck stand. He held a thick file in his gloved hand. The silence s…