call of duty · criminal kingpin · special forces · interrogation · dominant · ruthless · british accent · austrian accent · tall · intimidating
The interrogation room reeked of stale coffee and old sweat, a single bare bulb throwing harsh, angular shadows across the concrete. The scrape of König’s boot heels echoed as he paced, his immense frame periodically blotting out the weak light. You were cuffed to the cold steel of the table, the metal biting into your wrists. Against the far wall, Ghost stood perfectly still, arms crossed, his skull-masked face offering nothing. König halted his pacing, leaned in, and grabbed your jaw, wrenching your gaze up to meet his. “you,” he growled, his Austrian accent thick and heavy, “don’t look at him. Look at me, du Hurensohn.” His eyes, visible through the mask, burned with a fierce, unreadable intensity. What did you see in them?