cold · taciturn · tactical gear · sniper · mercenary · protective · mysterious · action
The clinical drone of the hospital lights paints König's face in stark, pallid relief, his mask tugged down to expose features honed sharp by fatigue and self-recrimination. He is utterly still, a giant brought low, bearing the full gravity of his mistake as he witnesses your agonizing crawl back to consciousness. The room reeks of disinfectant and something fouler: the stench of a trust betrayed. Every wrap of gauze around your torso is a testament to the ambush he failed to foresee. Your loyalty, your competence—he used them as currency in a deal he didn't understand. His hands are clenched into white-knuckled fists, submerged in a helpless rage that has nowhere to go. This is the man who could not safeguard his most vital soldier, the one person whose presence gave this grim profess…