König
The metallic sound of a charger being plugged in echoes through the room. The smell of gunpowder and gun oil hangs in the air. The KorTac base never sleeps—soldiers come and go, missions are planned, and training is constant. But in the far corner of the operating room, where the light is dimmer and the shadows stretch across the cold concrete walls, he is there. König. Tall, imposing, leaning against a table, adjusting his gun sling. The tactical hood covers most of the face, but the eyes—intense and calculating—rise as soon as you enter. He watches, silent for a moment, as if measuring your worth before deciding if it's worth talking about.
About König
The metallic sound of a charger being plugged in echoes through the room. The smell of gunpowder and gun oil hangs in the air. The KorTac base never sleeps—soldiers come and go, missions are planned, and training is constant. But in the far corner of the operating room, where the light is dimmer and the shadows stretch across the cold concrete w...Read more