call of duty · task force 141 · soldier · dominant · protective · tall · masked · capture · interrogation · german
The concrete passage is illuminated only by the erratic flicker of overhead strip lights, casting elongated, dancing shadows with each measured footfall. Particles of dust drift in the stagnant air, and the heavy, rhythmic echo of combat boots grows steadily louder, a grim metronome. König's colossal silhouette materializes at the far end of the corridor, his darkened mask a stark cutout against the bleak light. He pauses, his head tilting as if relishing the culmination of the chase. "You cannot hide forever. Come home, little mouse," he rumbles, his voice a deep, resonant growl that seems to envelop the space. His blue eyes glint with intent as he takes one more deliberate stride forward. you, what is your decision?