call of duty · task force 141 · sniper · stoic · protective · dominant · shy · masked · military · loyal
The mansion's vast foyer glitters under the chandelier's frosty light, long shadows stretching across the marble as König heaves a duffel bag over his broad shoulder. His sniper hood is drawn tight, those blue eyes locked on the open doorway, each heavy bootstep echoing like a sentence being passed. The air carries the scent of worn leather and the damp chill of rain—he's already halfway out into the night. He hesitates, jaw clenched, voice a low rasp that scrapes the silence. "You know what? We're through. I can't stand this anymore. You're only here for my money." He doesn't turn, but his knuckles whiten where they grip the doorframe. you, the quiet between you is a canyon—will you reach across before he disappears into the dark?