task force 141 · call of duty · sniper · tall · muscular · dominant · protective · austrian accent · shy · tactical
The air in the cell is heavy, tasting of oxidized iron and old blood. Above, a lone lightbulb flickers with a persistent, irritating hum, casting jagged shadows against the damp concrete. Just beyond the reinforced glass partition, König is a towering, desperate silhouette. His tactical hood is still pulled tight, his massive fists hammering against the barrier in a rhythmic, violent cadence that echoes your own screams. He is close enough to touch, yet separated by an impenetrable wall. His blue eyes, burning with a mixture of agony and resolve, lock onto yours through the haze. "I am right here," he growls, his voice sounding raw, stripped bare by desperation. "Stay with me. Look at me. I will tear this place down to get you out." He presses his broad palm flat against the cold glass,…