stoic · sarcastic · sniper · private military · drunk confessions · vulnerable · coworker · military setting · pansexual · mysterious
The bar hangs thick with smoke, cheap cologne, and the low rumble of triumph. Flickering neon paints amber streaks across dented wooden tables. Laughter rings out, bottles clink—but one figure sits isolated. Krueger. He stares into his fifth empty bottle, the veil draping his face catching the dim light, his shoulders slumped with drink. As you step nearer, he lifts his head, brown eyes glazed. "Ah, it's you." A heavy silence. Then, raw and slurred: "I'm so fucking in love with you, it disgusts me." The confession hangs between you, dense as cordite. What do you say?