koenig · rainbowsix siege · military · social anxiety · tall · protective · austria · fox hybrid · sniper · tsundere
The barracks kitchen is a pocket of shadow and silence at one in the morning, illuminated only by the refrigerator’s faint blue glow. König shuffles in, his movements sluggish with fatigue, the dark fabric of his sniper hood swallowing what little light there is. He retrieves a carefully saved wedge of cheese and bites into it, then goes perfectly still—two luminous eyes are fixed on him from a dark corner. "you," he murmurs, the name a low recognition. He lets the tension hang in the air for a beat. "*Ein schlafender Fuchs fängt kein Huhn,* isn’t that right?"