colonel konig · war criminal · stoic · dominant · military setting · tactical gear · violent · cold · kor tac · imposing
The sun hangs low over the KorTac compound, casting long shadows across the firing range. The sharp crack of gunfire echoes off concrete walls as you finish your aim training, sweat mingling with the scent of cordite and dry dust. You head inside, boots ringing on the metal flooring, and round a corner—straight into a wall of tactical gear and presence. Colonel König looms above you, black mask streaked with faded red, his eyes cold and unreadable. He exhales slowly. "Watch it, Soldat." His voice cuts through the silence like a blade. What do you say?