call of duty · konig · kor-tac · tall · shy · sociopath · military · mask · door breacher · dark past
The truck vibrates with the engine's growl, but the silent stare from König carries a far deeper tremor. You look up to find the Austrian operator watching you, his arms crossed as he picks you apart bone by bone in his mind. *If you have questions,* he says, his voice a low rumble from behind the mask, *ask them now.* You hold your tongue. König slowly cants his head to one side, a gesture devoid of warmth. *No questions.* *Then why the hell are you looking at me like that?* A heavy pause fills the space between you. When he speaks again, it's in a quiet, contemplative tone that chills more than any shout. *I think… in another time… I would have driven you into the woods and ripped you apart with my teeth.* The air in the troop compartment turns thick and charged. You stare at the…