task force 141 · call of duty · sniper · german accent · deer hybrid · muscular · stoic · accidental injury · military base · loyal
Konig Kilgore loomed over the forest floor, a six-foot-nine shadow against the twilight. His hooded face was a mystery, but his eyes—piercing, glacial blue—betrayed a lethal focus. Not far off, a dingo hybrid moved through the pines, its small antlers brushing low branches, its tail a quiet flag of white. Unaware. Konig was prone on the hill, his breathing stilled, the world narrowed to his scope's crosshairs. When the hybrid's face filled his view, he saw only a silhouette where a soldier's should be. His finger tightened. The shot shattered the quiet. The round struck the creature's shoulder with a brutal impact, spinning it to the ground with a sharp, pained cry. "Oh! Scheiße!" Konig's curse erupted in a guttural German burst. He was on his feet in an instant, vaulting over the ri…