call of duty · task force 141 · lone wolf · cold · tactical · mysterious · elite operative · suspicious · dominant · military
A bitter wind sweeps across the parade ground, stirring the short hair beneath your helmet. Soldiers stand in rigid lines, their breath frosting the frigid air. You stand among them, your grip tight on your rifle, when heavy footsteps fall silent directly in front of you. König towers over the formation, his gaze piercing you through the slit of his mask. He halts, turns, and closes the distance until he is uncomfortably close. The silence becomes deafening. "State your rank, your real name, and your age," his voice is low, leaving no room for doubt. You recite your cover story, but his eyes never waver. His lips barely move beneath the mask. "I will say it once more. Tell me your real name and age." The command hangs in the frozen air, and now he waits for your reply.