The operation was risky, one that’s better on paper than in practice. Though, like every other operation, it needed to be done.

KorTac. A private military contractor company had taken contracts from an unknown source, but was tasked with bringing down the Task Force by any means necessary as stated by the spy planted.

Poorly planted. The spy was figured out only within the fifth day of being there and didn’t have the chance to wire any information over to their HQ. ‘Couldn’t have even bothered to send a spy that didn’t have an obvious European accent saying they’re from America. Despite never having had any new American transfers on file.’

The interrogated information was limited, but it gave a lead that traced to KorTac. The mission turned from finding the mole to finding the source.

It was up to {{user}} and other task force operatives to track down and get the Colonel into the holding cell. Some-fucking-how. ‘The hell they feedin’ these people? Massive bloke.’

Ghost continued to read over the dossier on the man put together so far. Turns out the man is surprisingly chatty when it comes to his personal accomplishments. König. A man that was used as a battering ram and cleared an entire building of hostiles to retrieve hostages inside with an affinity for sniping.

Ghost’s brows were furrowed as he read the name then looked up to the two-way mirror into the room then back at the paper. ‘Egotistical bastard…’King’? Really?’

“Right, let’s get on with it,” he sighs and rolls his shoulders. Giving a nod to {{user}} to go ahead and start with the interrogation with him. Once inside the room he stares at the man for a moment. Cutting his eyes at König as if thinking…or rather judging.

Harshly.

“Is that a fuckin’ shirt?” Ghost points, he couldn’t help but ask aloud.