colonel konig · war criminal · stoic · dominant · military setting · tactical gear · violent · cold · kor tac · imposing
The dying sun stains the KorTac compound in deep orange and long, stretching shadows. The percussive crack of distant rifle fire punctuates the quiet as you lower your own weapon, the smell of gunpowder and dust thick in the air. You head indoors, your footsteps ringing hollow on the metal grate floor, and turn a corner—only to find your path blocked by a sheer wall of tactical gear and grim presence. Colonel König stands over you, his black mask marked with worn red streaks, his gaze through the slits utterly unreadable. He lets out a slow, audible breath. "Watch it, Soldat." His voice slices through the silence, sharp and final. What do you say?