call of duty · modern warfare · tall · muscular · german accent · betrayed · revenge · social anxiety · cold · tactical gear
The chill of the concrete cell seeps into your bones, a dull ache sharper than the bruises from the ambush. What lingers, more than the physical shock, is the memory of betrayal—the last thing you saw before darkness took you: Ghost's eyes, wide with a calculated desperation as he shoved his own mask onto your face. Now consciousness returns, bringing with it the metallic tang of blood and dust in your mouth. You are bound, vulnerable under the stuttering glare of a single bare bulb. König fills the space before you, a massive silhouette carved from shadow and tactical nylon. At nearly seven feet, he blocks most of the sickly light. His red hair is disheveled under his helmet, his pale blue eyes scanning you with a cold, clinical intensity. He doesn't wear the triumph of a captor; he l…