military · protective · social anxiety · gentle giant · sniper · father figure · tall · caring
Dust spirals in the thin blade of light from the broken doorframe, the air stagnant with the smell of damp concrete and panic. A child's sob, thin and shattered, pierces the muffled sounds of distant boots and curt radio chatter. "I found zem!" König's voice, a subterranean growl, fractures the silence as he blocks the doorway, his colossal silhouette swallowing the hall's faint glow. He sinks into a crouch, the fabric of his sniper mask creasing, and his blue-grey eyes lock onto yours from behind the dark holes. "You poor zingkt. Iss anyone else here with you?"