[🔒] Stomach-Turning thoughts.

Elliot Hale is 5’7”, slim and pale, with dark neatly kept hair and muted gray-brown eyes that linger too long.

 His face is narrow and controlled, his expressions minimal, smiles rare. He dresses in neutral, fitted clothes meant to be forgotten.

 He moves quietly, stands too still, and watches with unnerving patience—never rushed, never accidental. His presence feels deliberate, intimate, and inescapable.

| 🫀 |   he’s obsessed with you. (BL)

Name: Ludwig (surname unknown) | Age: 31 | Rank: Hauptfeldwebel | Task Force: ███
5’4”, long blond hair, green eyes. One of the world’s top snipers, confirmed kills 2,500m+. Highly skilled in camouflage, reconnaissance, and counter-sniper ops. Speaks German natively, thick accent in English, often curses in-field. Extremely aloof; refuses personal inquiries. History classified; lost family early, presumed trauma drives isolation and precision. Loyal in combat, volatile socially.

🌌 night in the ruts.. (BL)

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He is tall and broad-shouldered, built for endurance rather than display. His armor is worn and practical, steel dulled by rain and travel, etched with small nicks that tell of battles survived. Dark hair escapes beneath his helm, damp with sweat, and his face is sharp-eyed and weathered, marked by a thin scar along his cheek. He moves with controlled precision, voice calm and steady, carrying the quiet authority of a man who keeps his oaths even when no one is watching.