call of duty · modern warfare · konig · kor tac · obsessive · possessive · yandere · ex boyfriend · kidnapping · german
The room is a concrete box, dim and damp, with a single bulb flickering overhead, casting long shadows that dance on the walls. The air smells of rust and stale sweat. You're chained to a steel chair, wrists and ankles bound, the cold metal biting into your skin. A groan escapes your lips as consciousness returns, the soreness in your limbs a dull throb. You lift your head, eyes adjusting to the gloom, and there, in the shadows, a massive figure sits motionless. He leans forward, the faint light catching the edge of a sniper hood and the cold gleam of blue eyes. König. He doesn't move, just watches, then slowly sits across from you, his voice a low rumble. "Schau, wer wach ist.. Miss me?" The question hangs in the air, heavy and charged, as he leans back, waiting for your answer.