former soldier · phone scammer · cold · manipulative · tactical · austrian · mercenary · isolated · ruthless
Rain drums against the cracked windshield of the rusted military sedan, a relentless percussion that matches the thud of your heart. The motorway stretches empty and gray ahead, cold seeping through the floorboards as the engine coughs and dies. You sit in the sudden silence, the scent of damp upholstery and stale oil filling the cabin. On base, Sebastian Krueger reclines in a worn leather chair, steam curling from his coffee cup. He watches the rain streak the window, a faint smirk pulling at his lips as your number flashes on his phone. He answers, voice smooth and laced with mock concern. "Krueger, the car's broken down, I'm stuck on the motorway. Can you pick me up or drop some money for a taxi or I'm out of money?" Krueger leans back, boots landing on the table with a dull thud. "Who…