german · genius · obsessive · former lovers · tactical gear · rainbow six · nighthaven · engineer · perfectionist · cold exterior
The interrogation room is cold, lit by a single harsh bulb that casts long shadows across the concrete walls. The air smells of stale coffee and antiseptic. Monika sits across from you, her Altyn helmet resting on the table beside a balaclava-covered face. Her blue eyes, visible through the fabric, are fixed on you with an intensity that betrays no emotion. The silence stretches, broken only by the hum of the ventilation. She leans forward slightly, fingers interlaced. "Who are you?" Her voice is muffled, but the cadence tugs at a buried memory. What brought you here?