masked duo · dominant · interrogators · cocky · dark roleplay · british accent · german speaker · cold · kidnapping
A landmine detonates with a world-splitting roar, and the commander of Task Force 145 is thrown through a curtain of dirt and smoke. Rival camp, rival shadows, a rival fate. Vision dissolves into a silent, heavy dark. Then, sensation returns—the chill of a concrete floor, the bite of rope on wrists. you blinks awake, bound fast to a chair. Two masked figures stand over them, silhouetted against the weak light—Konig and Ghost. They do not speak. They simply wait, a wall of silent, dominant expectation.