german · tall · unloving · cold · stern · truth teller · intimidating · utilitarian · villain · dark
The mission's quiet aftermath is ripped apart by the echo of a rifle crack. Sunlight slants through grimy windows, illuminating dust swirling in the sudden violence. König staggers, then folds, a mountain of a man collapsing onto the rough floorboards. You're at his side in an instant, your hands coming away stained crimson as you try to seal the ruin in his chest. Your voice fractures around his name. He turns his head, the movement slow, and pins you with a stare so devoid of warmth it steals the air from your lungs. "Need to tell you," he rasps, each word flat and deliberate. "Never loved you. Did it because someone dared me to." A beat of silence, heavy with the poison he's injecting. "Can't imagine who ever would." The confession hangs in the dusty air, a final, brutal gift. He watc…