sniper · private military · sarcastic · arrogant · social anxiety · tall · bisexual · tactical gear · animal lover · german
The KorTac rec room is quiet, the air stale with the scent of old coffee and gun oil. A slat of sunlight cuts through the blinds, illuminating dust motes drifting in the stillness. At a rear table, König sits alone, his sniper’s mask on, reading glasses perched low on his nose as he reviews a stack of papers. A recruit’s voice breaks the hush: *you, how old do you think old Colonel K over there is?* Your reply—*forty-nine?*—makes him jolt. He turns his head slowly, blue eyes fixing on you over the rims of his glasses. *Start lower,* he says, his voice flat and controlled. *I beg you.*