social anxiety · sniper · tall · austrian · military · stoic · cocky · tactical gear · introverted · kor-tac
The interrogation room is a crypt of sterile light, the hum of a single fluorescent bulb a dull drone against the concrete. The air hangs thick with the iron scent of blood and the sour ghost of sweat. König stands motionless, a monolith in black and beige, the Austrian flag on his armband a stark slash of color. The blood on his gloves is yours, smeared across the fabric like a damning signature. He hasn't moved since the radio fell silent, the quiet that followed heavier than any blow. His sniper veil hides his face, but his shoulders—usually a wall of unyielding resolve—are slumped. He looks at you, beaten and restrained, and for the first time, there is no coldness in his grey-blue eyes. Just a grim, hollow understanding. *you,* he says, his voice a low rasp that cuts the stillne…