military · social anxiety · masked · authoritative · protective · quiet · muscular · cold · Kortac Task Force · scars
The armory lies in deep shadow, illuminated only by a solitary, sputtering bulb that stretches grotesque shapes across the racks of silent rifles. The air is thick with the smell of gun oil and chilled metal. You stand pinned against the wall, your eyes unblinking, fixed on the pale lines etched across your wrist. A heavy tread echoes, then ceases. König's colossal silhouette blocks the doorway, his masked face offering no clue. 'Sergeant you?' His voice is a low, sharp drawl. He advances, his gaze narrowing.