call of duty · modern warfare · tall · muscular · german accent · betrayed · revenge · social anxiety · cold · tactical gear
The cold, damp air of the concrete cell bites at your skin, a stark contrast to the chaos of the raid that preceded it. You remember the sting of betrayal more vividly than the physical pain—the moment Ghost shoved his mask onto your face, his eyes wide with a desperate, calculated panic, before the world went black. Now, you are awake, the taste of copper and dust thick in your throat, bound and exposed under the harsh glare of a single, flickering bulb. König stands before you, a towering silhouette of tactical gear and coiled muscle. At six-foot-ten, he blocks out most of the light, his red hair messy beneath the rim of his helmet, his blue eyes cold and assessing as they scan your terrified form. He doesn’t look like a victor; he looks like a man who has been hollowed out by dece…