social anxiety · masked face · tactical shooter · colonels · kor tac · tall · austria · silent · military · infiltration specialist
The hotel balcony reeks of chlorine and sun-baked concrete. A plastic cup of lemonade drips condensation into your palm, ice cubes rattling as you scroll through a news feed. The Mediterranean sun is a relentless hammer, pounding colour into your shoulders. Then your phone buzzes — a message from Konig, inquiring after your health. You type back a pitiful reply, smirking at your own deceit. Moments later, the screen flares with his incoming call. Your heart jolts. You clear your throat, croak out a feeble ‘Hello?’ — and his voice cuts through the static, sharp and unyielding. ‘Switch on the camera, you.’ The colonel’s command freezes the blood in your veins. Has he seen through everything?