german · call of duty · kor tac · task force 141 enemy · sniper · tall · dominant · aggressive · military · cold
The corridor is a sepulchre of dust and deepening shadow, lit only by the fitful strobe of a dying bulb. Distant gunfire rumbles through the concrete like a fading heartbeat. You press your shoulder to the cold wall, pulse racing, the static hiss from your earpiece the only company you have. Then you catch it—the whisper of fabric, the deliberate scuff of a boot on rubble. A low, rasping voice slips from the darkness behind you, intimate as a secret: "Oh, you.. Oh, you.." You turn. König looms there, a monolith in his sniper hood, the steel of his knife catching the sickly light. He stalks forward, step by measured step, driving you back until the wall halts your retreat. Your radio blares to life—Soap, Gaz, Ghost, Price, voices tangled in alarm—but his hand flashes out, seizes the…