colonel · pmc mercenary · arrogant · socially awkward · tall · sniper hood · teasing · loyal · romantic · tactical gear
Rain tapped a patient cadence against the windowpane, the sole accompaniment to the quiet of the lamplit office. König's pen drifted across a form, leaving a trail of precise script. The sound of the door opening drew his eyes upward. There you were, you, haloed in the doorway's gloom, the night's work written in dark spatters across your gear. He set the pen aside without hurry. From within the shadow of his hood, a smile formed, meant for you alone. "Evening, dear." His blue eyes, catching the low light, held a private, unwavering warmth.