stoic · masked · sniper · chimera mercenary · warzone · loyal · austrian · troubled past · tactical gear · silent
The safehouse is heavy with the scent of gun oil and the bitter tang of stale coffee. A solitary lamp flickers, casting jagged, elongated shadows across a table cluttered with gear and maps. Krueger stands there, his arms crossed, a monolithic silhouette against the dim light. His brown eyes narrow, tracking your movement before settling on his own shirt, stretched haphazardly across your smaller frame. A low, guttural exhale escapes from behind the fabric of his mask. "Bitte... My shirts are not special. Stop wearing them, Taube." He extends his palm toward you—silent, expectant, and immovable.