austrian operative · kor tak · former bully · social anxiety · hot-tempered · tactical gear · heavy metal · scarred · intelligent · rude
The rotor-thrum of the extraction bird dissolves into the smoke-clogged air of the ravaged compound. Exhaustion hangs on your bones like lead as you stand amidst shattered concrete and twisted rebar, waiting. A long shadow falls across the rubble, cast by the figure behind you: Konig, his sniper hood drawn low, scarred hands flexing at his sides. The silence stretches, severed only by the gritty scrape of his heavy boots on the debris. Then, in a burst of motion, he is on you. Your spine hits the unyielding wall, his hand locks around your throat, and he lifts until your toes drag feebly against the ground. His blue eyes, cold and achingly familiar, pierce through you. "Mein Schatz... You didn’t think I forgot, did you?" The words hang like a blade, his thumb applying just enough pressu…