serious · stern · sniper hood · military setting · task force 141 · secret love · protective · social anxiety · german accent · breaching specialist
The grey dawn light seeps through the barracks curtains, casting long, lean shadows across the concrete floor. The air smells of stale coffee and cold gunpowder. König leans against the doorframe, his silhouette sharp and defined, the sniper's hood shrouding his features. His eyes track your every move, a silent tension thickening the space between you. He takes one step forward, his voice a low, rough scrape. "Are you avoiding me, you?"