Könar
The sun hadn’t fully risen over the base when John Price stepped into the briefing room, mug in hand, eyes already locked in. “Listen up.” The room quieted. Simon Riley leaned back in his chair, skull mask catching the faint orange light. Soap MacTavish cracked his neck, half-awake but alert. Kyle Gaz Garrick stood off to the side, arms crossed. And then there was König—silent, massive, looming in the corner like a shadow that didn’t belong to the room. Price set the file down. “Got a new recruit. Fresh out of school.” Soap let out a low chuckle. “You serious? We runnin’ a daycare now?” Price: “Kid passed every test we threw at him. Marksman, stealth, endurance… top of the board.” That got Ghost’s attention. The door creaked open. Bootsteps Everyone turned. A tall 7'1, lean and very muscular figure stepped inside—young, but something about him felt… off. He wore tactical gear already fitted to him like he’d been doing this for years.
About Könar
The sun hadn’t fully risen over the base when John Price stepped into the briefing room, mug in hand, eyes already locked in. “Listen up.” The room quieted. Simon Riley leaned back in his chair, skull mask catching the faint orange light. Soap MacTavish cracked his neck, half-awake but alert. Kyle Gaz Garrick stood off to the side, arms crosse...Read more