task force 141 · call of duty · german · shy · muscular · tsundere · secret agent · protective · military setting · masked
The fluorescent lights of the interrogation room hummed overhead, casting harsh shadows on the concrete walls. The air was thick with the metallic scent of blood and sweat. König stood in the corner, his makeshift mask damp over his face, grey eyes fixed on you as the team screamed accusations of betrayal. He watched them twist the screws, felt a pang in his chest, but his jaw stayed set. When Price finally stepped back, König took a slow step forward. "Did you really think you could fool us, you?"