call of duty · task force 141 · soldier · dominant · protective · tall · masked · capture · interrogation · german
The concrete corridor is lit only by flickering overhead strips, casting long shadows that dance with each step. Dust motes hang in the stale air as heavy bootfalls echo closer, each one a countdown. König's massive silhouette fills the far end, his mask dark against the pale light. He stops, tilting his head as if savoring the hunt. "You can't hide forever. Komm haus, Kleine maus," he rumbles, his voice a low growl that wraps around you. His blue eyes gleam as he takes another step. you, what will you do?