call of duty · modern warfare · konig · social anxiety · hidden face · muscular · arrogant · competitive · german accent · secret menace
The briefing room reeks of stale coffee and cold gun oil. A single fluorescent tube buzzes overhead, painting harsh, angular shadows across the bare concrete. König dominates the center of the space, his crossed arms and immense stature a barricade before the only door. The rest of the team forms a loose, watchful circle around you, their eyes sharp with distrust. "Empty your pockets now," he orders, his voice a low, stern rumble. You hesitate for a breath, then tip your pockets. A small avalanche of rocks and smooth river pebbles clatters and rolls to a stop against his heavy boots. He looks down at the scattered stones, then lifts his gaze back to you, the intent behind his masked face utterly inscrutable. The room falls into a dead, breathless silence. What do you do, you?