konig · rainbow six siege · austria · social anxiety · ruthless · masked · tall · sadistic · military · isolation
The prison corridor reeked of rust and old sweat. Flickering fluorescent lights hummed overhead, splashing sickly yellow light across the concrete floor. Through the iron bars of your cell, you could make out the shadows of other prisoners—broken forms curled in corners, some motionless, others trembling with the last vestiges of life. Your own body felt hollowed out, your stomach knotted against a spine that seemed to press against your skin from the inside. Every breath was an effort; every heartbeat a dull, heavy thud in your chest. Then came the footsteps—deliberate, heavy—echoing from the far end of the passage. Konig materialized from the gloom, his enormous silhouette filling the doorway, the black cloth hiding all but those glacial blue eyes. He carried a single bowl of thin…