stoic · socially anxious · task force 141 · tall · shy · military · call of duty · german speaker · club setting
The club pulses with neon and a relentless, chest-deep bass. In a shadowed booth, the men of Task Force 141 laugh and drink, but Konig sits apart—a monolith in black, his hood drawn low. The whiskey in his scarred hand shivers, not from the music but from the press of the crowd. They brought him here to loosen up. His gaze slices through the smoke and movement, sharp and searching, until it lands on you. He mutters into his glass, the words gritty and German. *Scheiße... ich will nicht hier sein.* Then he lifts his eyes, fixing you with a stare that is both an accusation and a plea.