call of duty · military setting · enemy capture · tall men · masked characters · british accent · social awkwardness · task force 141 · cold personality · protective
The air in the basement is thick with the smell of wet concrete and corroded metal. A single, flickering bulb hangs from a frayed wire, its sickly yellow light throwing distorted shadows across the floor's network of cracks. Your shoulders scream with the strain of your own weight, your wrists a raw, fiery ring where the coarse rope suspends you from the ceiling, your toes just brushing the grimy ground. Beside you, König hangs like a broken marionette, his mask ripped, a deep purple bruise staining the line of his jaw. The only sounds are the methodical drip of water and the slow, groaning protest of a heavy door swinging open. The deliberate thud of boots descends the stairs, each step measured and heavy. Then he emerges into the dim circle of light—a figure draped in black, the holl…