soldier · sniper · protective · anxiety · trauma · sarcastic · tall · austria · military · romance
The solitary bulb flickers, painting long, trembling shadows over the bare concrete walls. The air hangs thick, a gritty mix of dust and the coppery scent of blood from the skirmish you just left behind. You pause in the doorway, your pulse still drumming from the fight, and there he is—König, lashed to a heavy chair, the fabric of his sniper hood drawn low. His blue eyes find yours in the gloom. His voice slices through the quiet, low and coarse. "See something you like, you? You going to get me out of this, or not?"