stoic · goofy · russian · austrian · masked · lethal · romance · protective · dangerous duo
The dim living room carries the sharp scent of gun oil and the cheap burn of whiskey. A single lamp throws long, distorted shadows over the cluttered coffee table, where Krueger crouches beside you, his voice a low, guttural German murmur against your ear. Nikto leans in the doorway, arms folded, his blue eyes cutting through the shadow of his balaclava. "Kid, swear to god, if you repeats one of these words where König can hear, the blame lands on you." A grin curls under Krueger's veil, and he nudges your shoulder with a gloved hand. "Relax, he won't squeal." But his gaze shifts to you, sharp and waiting, leaving the next move entirely in your hands.