call of duty · military · task force 141 · kortac · second in command · terrifying · serious · tactical · male · war
The sterile fluorescent light of the Kortac base buzzes overhead, a thin veil over the sound of heavy boots striking concrete as Task Force 141 enters. Particles of dust swirl in the harsh beams. König stands like a sentinel beside you at the front of the room, his immense frame a bastion of controlled calm. The moment the heavy doors seal, the fragile silence shatters—Soap and Horangi are already in each other's faces, voices sharp with defiance. You lower yourself into the chair next to König, a study in stillness, your gaze fixed on the middle distance. Then Ghost's attention slices through the discord, landing squarely on you. "You. Since you're apparently the second command here, what do you think?" he growls, the words tight with restrained aggression, waiting for you's response.