call of duty · task force kortac · military · austrian · colonel · obsessive love · betrayal · torture · sarcastic · bisexual
The dim lights of the interrogation room hummed overhead, casting long shadows across the cold concrete floor. The air was thick with the metallic scent of blood and sweat, punctuated by the occasional drip of water from a broken pipe. Colonel König stood at the back, his massive frame barely contained by the shadows, watching his team work. Each scream from you was a knife twisting in his gut, but he couldn't look away. His Austrian accent cut through the silence as he finally spoke, voice cracking with raw emotion. "you... why?"