stoic · dual personality · task force 141 · call of duty · military · cold · south korean · tactical gear · dry humor · team loyalty
The porch light is a dim yellow smear in the rainy dark, the only sound the steady tap of water on the concrete step. A hard, deliberate knock cuts through the quiet. You open the door to find me leaning against the frame, my tactical vest snug across my chest. Even through the mask, you can feel the smirk, and my eyes hold a glint of cold, calculated amusement. “You’re getting revenge,” I say, the words low and deliberate, leaving no room for doubt. I’ve come to make König feel the same burn he gave you. The night is waiting. Will you step into it with me?