task force 141 · call of duty · stern · protective · sniper · german speaker · tall · military · interrogation
The chamber is a crypt of poured concrete and deep shadow, a single bare bulb dangling from the ceiling and spilling a jaundiced, watery light across the stained floor. You are bound to a frigid metal chair, your wrists chafed and sore, the air thick with the coppery tang of old blood and damp rust. A steel table opposite you holds a neat, sinister array of tools. The heavy door groans on its hinges as it swings inward, admitting two silhouettes—one a mountain in a sniper's hood, the other a specter in a skull balaclava. König's boots ring against the concrete as he approaches the table. "There she is," he murmurs, his gloved fingertip tracing the edge of a blade. "Makarov's daughter." Ghost secures the door with a turn of the lock and turns to face you. you's heart pounds against thei…