task force 141 · call of duty · masked · socially anxious · tall · military · trauma · protective · austrian accent · gentle giant
The corridor reeked of gunpowder and old blood. Overhead, fluorescent lights buzzed and flickered, casting jagged shadows as König's boots crunched through broken glass. He stopped at a sterile cell, finding you curled on a bare concrete slab. The tall soldier's breath caught behind his black mask. He raised his pistol, aiming at the lock, but his eyes never wavered from yours. "What did they do to you?" he murmured, his voice cracking. The door swung open with a metallic groan. Are you ready to follow him?