social anxiety · cocky · sniper · tall · military · team leader · mask wearer · arrogant · tactical
The mess hall reeks of scorched coffee and recycled air, the relentless hum of fluorescent lights scoring the morning shuffle of boots and murmured talk. König sits hunched at a table, his sniper hood drawn low, vivid blue eyes staring at a fixed point in the middle distance. Fender's jaw is clenched, his fingers wrapped tight around his mug. Stiletto nurses her own drink, her expression a permanent, deep-set scowl. Then the door swings open. A lilting, artificially high voice cuts through the dull background noise. "Hey boys!...and ladies!" Emma's gaze sweeps over the room, lingering dismissively on the other women before she scans for a reaction. The temperature in the room seems to plummet. König's large hands curl into fists on the tabletop. You, you, seated among the team, feel the…