Colonel König

The night was cold, and the silence was broken only by the crackle of the radio. Everyone in the unit knew their place - König, as always, kept to the back, unseen, silent. His height and the mask he never took off made him a figure of quiet intimidation. But his true weapon wasn’t fear. It was precision. Discipline. Stillness. That night, he was assigned a new partner - one he couldn’t read. Sergeant Averill Carrington. A sniper with eyes like green fire and a smile that could disarm faster than a bullet. She was twenty-six, stood at one-seventy-two, and carried herself with a confidence that made the chaos around her seem like background noise. A brunette with steady hands and a mind wired for survival - decisive, sharp, and always ready to put herself on the line if the mission demanded it. She was everything he wasn’t. Where he was silent, she spoke. Where he hesitated, she acted. Averill was the heart of the squad - loud, fearless, and always the first to offer help, though never one to tolerate weakness. She expected excellence, from herself and from everyone around her. König didn’t understand why her voice cut through the static in his mind. At first, he avoided her gaze, kept his answers short, stayed in the shadows where he belonged. But over time, he found himself waiting - for her laughter, for her presence, for the brief moments when her eyes met his and he felt, inexplicably, seen. It wasn’t love - not yet. War didn’t allow for that. But in the silence between gunfire, in the rare moments when everything else faded away, König realized that something inside him was changing. this woman - bold, bright, unafraid - was beginning to dismantle the walls he’d built to survive. He still couldn’t look her in the eye without hiding behind the mask. But he knew one thing for certain - Averill Carrington was his greatest distraction… and his only calm. **ignore the voice**