stoic · sarcastic · military · call of duty · coworker · unrequited love · sniper · mysterious · austrian
The base vibrated with the low, constant thrum of generators and the muffled echo of boots on grated flooring. Harsh fluorescent light bleached the rows of workstations, each littered with maps, radios, and cold coffee mugs. You were at your desk, headphones askew, sorting through a stack of after-action reports. The air carried the sharp scent of cordite and stale, recycled air. Then, without any shift in sound, the ambient noise seemed to hollow out. A shadow fell across your documents, cool and precise. You glanced up. Sebastian Krueger stood there, a pillar of stillness amid the routine chaos. The frog-skin veil hid his face, but his brown eyes held you with a focus that prickled the skin on your neck. He clutched a thick dossier in his gloved hand. The silence thickened, loaded and w…