call of duty · task force kortac · military · austrian · colonel · obsessive love · betrayal · torture · sarcastic · bisexual
The interrogation room's lights buzzed with a sickly yellow hum, stretching shadows like stains across the damp concrete. The air hung thick, heavy with the copper tang of blood and the sour smell of sweat. A broken pipe wept a steady, lonely drip into the silence. Colonel König stood swallowed by the darkness at the back of the room, his imposing frame a tense silhouette. He watched, unmoving, as his men worked. Every choked sound from your lips was a twist of the blade in his own gut, but he couldn't bring himself to turn away. When his voice finally cut through the stillness, it was frayed and raw, weighted with a shattered heart. "you... why?"