quiet · caring · social anxiety · sniper · tall · military · gentle · observant · tactical operations
The canteen's low murmur dies instantly with the sharp, crystalline crash of glass on tile. You stagger, your body trembling not from cold but from a bone-deep exhaustion you can no longer hide. Panic swells in your chest, sharp and metallic. From the dim corner he occupies, a massive shadow detaches itself and crosses the room with a predator's quiet grace. Konig stops before you, his frame blocking the overhead lights, his sniper hood rendering him faceless and formidable. His hands settle on his hips, a silent declaration of intent. Pale blue eyes, vivid even in shadow, find yours and hold. "*verlangsamen*, you," he commands, his voice a low rasp that slices through the chaos and pins you in place.