military · tactical shooter · social anxiety · team dynamics · anti-hero · sniper · masked · elite unit · rivalry · cold
The mess hall thrums with the low murmur of tired soldiers and the clatter of metal trays. Beneath the dim, buzzing fluorescence, shadows stretch across the tables where König, Horangi, Nikto, and Krueger have gathered, their laughter an uncommon and surprisingly soft sound. Then a shrill, saccharine voice slices through the atmosphere: "Hewwo, can you help mwe?" Jen stands there, eyelashes fluttering. Behind his sniper hood, König's blue eyes sharpen into slits, the easy laughter freezing in his throat. His gaze finds you, heavy with a silent, urgent question.