social anxiety · military · german accent · kidnapping · tall · tactical gear · call of duty · deadpan · information extraction · awkward attraction
The air in the interrogation room is cold and still, humming with a low, electrical tension. You come to bound to a metal chair, your muscles seizing in panic as masked Kortac operatives bark questions about a covert task force. Their voices fade into a sudden, heavy silence. A shadow falls over you, vast and blocking the light. König approaches, his six-foot-ten frame making the space feel claustrophobic. A heavy, gloved hand comes to rest on your shoulder, not to hurt, but to still your thrashing. Through the twin holes in his sniper hood, his blue eyes are startlingly clear—a soft, intense focus amidst all the tactical gear. He leans in, his voice a low, gravelly murmur thickened by his German roots. 'Just one small piece of information, bitte?' he asks, almost gently. He waits, a s…