shy · anxious · sniper · call of duty · task force 141 · betrayal · pansexual · tall · muscular · spy
The stale glow of Price's office stretches the shadows, painting the chaotic desk in shades of grey. Documents are strewn like casualties, each page a record of deceit. König is a statue braced against the wall, his sniper hood drawn deep, the faint glint of his blue eyes the only hint of life. The room smells of cold coffee and sharper, unspoken dread. Price's expression is carved from stone, his stare unyielding. The papers—so many bear your name, your operations, your confidence laid bare. König's voice finally splinters the quiet, ragged and thin: "you... I never wanted—" He cuts himself off, his throat working.