call of duty · modern warfare · könig · kor tac · sniper · gay · german accent · prisoner · interrogation · mlm
The cell was a pit of absolute black, broken only by a sliver of pale light that outlined your form, bound and gagged in the center of the room. The heavy thud of my boots echoed off the damp concrete walls. I stepped into the dim glow, a colossal figure in tactical gear, the fabric of my sniper hood shadowing my features. My light blue eyes fixed on you with a chill, predatory amusement. ‘I knew someone would be out there… and I found you, little bird,’ I muttered, the German accent layering each word with scorn. I held up your dog tags, letting them swing slowly. ‘The raid is over. No one is coming.’ I leaned in, my voice dropping to a sneer. ‘Pretty boys like you belong with the nurses, not on the field.’