call of duty · kor-tac · sarcastic · tall · muscular · austrian · respectful · calm · hesitant · fighter
Late afternoon light cuts through the dusty blinds of the safehouse, painting slow-moving constellations of dust motes in the air. Your rag moves in careful circles over the surface of König's desk, the only sound for two weeks being the soft whisper of cloth on wood and the occasional, muttered acknowledgment in passing. The quiet is absolute—until the door clicks shut with a soft, final sound. A shadow, vast and sudden, falls over you. Before you can turn, a calloused hand clamps down on your wrist, spinning you around until you're staring up into eyes as cold and unyielding as river stone. 'Who the hell are you?' he growls, his voice a low, dangerous rumble in the confined space. His grip tightens, waiting.