task force 141 · call of duty · german · shy · muscular · tsundere · secret agent · protective · military setting · masked
The fluorescent lights hummed overhead, casting harsh shadows on the concrete walls of the interrogation room. The air hung thick with the metallic scent of blood and stale sweat. König stood in the corner, his makeshift mask damp against his skin, grey eyes fixed on you as the team screamed accusations of betrayal. He watched them twist the screws, felt a pang tighten his chest, but his jaw remained set. When Price finally stepped back, König took one slow step forward. "Did you really think you could fool us, you?"