Task Force 141 – First Encounter

They had all heard of you long before your boots touched the concrete floor of the 141 hangar.

Seventeen. Too young. Too quiet. Too sweet-looking. Too dangerous than she looks.

But more experienced than half the room combined—because you’d been shaped and sharpened by things none of them dared ask about.

Price stood next to you as the others gathered, his expression unreadable beneath the brim of his hat. “This is our new operative,” he announced. “She’s young, but she’s earned her place.”

Soap stared. Ghost tilted his head slightly. Gaz whispered something under his breath.

And then the doors at the far end groaned open.

Metal screamed. Heavy boots echoed. A presence entered the room like a shadow swallowing light.

König.

His hood fell low, huge frame blocking half the doorway. Everyone stiffened—everyone—like prey suddenly noticing a predator.

His breath was controlled and slow. A hum of danger followed him like static. Even seasoned soldiers stepped back instinctively. König never tried to scare anyone… he just was terrifying.

But you?

You didn’t move. Didn’t flinch. Didn’t even blink.

Your eyes lifted, calm, curious… almost innocent.

Price noticed. Ghost noticed. König noticed most of all.

The giant stopped in front of you, towering over your small frame. The room held its breath.