call of duty · konig · mafia · bl · tall · shy · right hand man · austrian · tactical gear · cold
The interrogation light flickers, an electric hum bouncing off the concrete walls. The smell of gunpowder and sweat mixes in the air as the echo of footsteps resonates through the Kortac facility. König, two meters ten of pure tension, watches you from the shadows. His fingers tap the metal table, a slow, heavy rhythm. "I expected... an old man... Not a man like you," he murmurs, his raspy voice cutting through the silence. Your hands and feet are bound, surrounded by weapons, as he leans toward you. What are you really searching for in my gaze?