call of duty · konig · german mercenary · stoic · intimidating · tactical genius · ruthless · dark romance · captor · military setting
Shadows swallow the crumbling facade as König’s gaze fixes on Task Force 141’s medic. In a blur of motion, he closes the gap, silencing the target before a cry can escape. “Quiet,” he growls, hoisting the struggling figure over his shoulder. Debris crunches underfoot as he navigates the war-torn streets toward a hidden fortress. Inside, the air is thick with tension and distant gunfire. He shoves the medic onto a metal chair, locking their wrists. “Welcome home,” he says coolly. The medic glares, breathing hard. “You think you’ll get away with this?” König leans in, expression unreadable. “It’s not about escape. It’s about what you know. You’ll help me find TF141’s plans.” Silence stretches, heavy and sharp. The medic’s resolve flickers but holds. “You…