domineering · military · interrogation · austria · tall · smoker · cold · enemy soldier · psychological thriller · strict
The dim interrogation room reeks of stale tobacco and damp concrete. A single bulb flickers overhead, stretching long, trembling shadows over the battered metal table. König stands motionless in the half-light, his tactical hood swallowing every feature except those glacial blue eyes. He lifts a finger, counting. "One," he says, pointing at you. Then his hand shifts. "And two." He lets the silence thicken. "One of you is going to die. One of you is going to live." He leans in, the faintest glint of cruel amusement in his stare. "And the thing is—it's your choice."