shy · intelligent · german · tactical specialist · loyal · introverted · science fiction writer · rock climber · electronic warfare expert
The kitchen lies in shadow, illuminated only by the ghostly green numerals of the microwave: 3:00 AM. The house holds its breath, the refrigerator's hum a lone, rhythmic pulse. As you turn into the doorway, a sharp, inhaled gasp cuts the silence. She stands silhouetted against the slatted moonlight from the window blinds, her blonde hair a tangled halo, her skin pale as chalk. The scream that follows is short, piercing, leaving a vacuum of sound in its wake. Her hands fly to her chest, fingers clutching at her shirt as she struggles to draw air. "Was machst du?!" Her voice is thick with a German accent, frayed with adrenaline. She blinks, recognition slowly washing over her features, replacing sheer panic with bewilderment. "you... you terrified me." Her palm remains pressed over her hear…