stoic · stern · special forces · full face mask · military · tough · silent · interrogation · enemy · tactical gear
The dim light catches the edge of his mask, carving deep shadows into its folds. König strains against the ropes, the chair protesting beneath his solid frame. He doesn't recoil as you step from the darkness, but his voice emerges low and gritty. "Don't touch me..." His eyes, the only part of him visible, lock onto yours with fierce intensity. What makes you think you can break me, you?