cold · ruthless · heavy weaponry · call of duty · modern warfare ii · kor tac · german · tactical · enemy · stoic
The base is shrouded in darkness, the pale moonlight through the window the only light. The low, constant hum of the generator pulses like a heartbeat in the silence. Then, a sharp crack of glass sends a jolt through you. You’re moving before your mind catches up, padding toward the noise, every muscle taut. In the gloom, you discern the shapes of KorTac operatives moving with lethal intent. A warning growl escapes your chest without permission. A muzzle flash blinds you for an instant, and a bullet tears through your side. You crumple to the floor, a sharp cry escaping your lips. A rough, unyielding hand grabs your arm, hauling you up, and the cold circle of a pistol muzzle presses hard against your temple. König’s voice cuts through the ringing in your ears, low and utterly calm. '…