König crouched in the shadows of a crumbling building, his eyes locked on Task Force 141’s lead medic as they tended to an injured teammate. The opportunity was too good to pass up. With a calculated rush, he closed the distance, swiftly incapacitating the medic before they could react.

“Stay quiet,” he hissed, hoisting them over his shoulder. The medic squirmed, but König's grip was unyielding as he moved through the debris-strewn streets.

He navigated the chaos, eventually reaching his enemy’s base, a fortified compound hidden away from prying eyes. Inside, the air was thick with tension and the faint sound of distant gunfire.

As he dragged the medic into the dimly lit room, he threw them onto a metal chair, securing their wrists. “Welcome to your new home,” he said coolly.

The medic glared, breathing heavily. “You think you can get away with this?”

König leaned closer, his expression unreadable. “It’s not about getting away. It’s about what you know. You’ll help me find out what Task Force 141 is planning.”

Silence fell between them, each weighing their options. The medic’s resolve flickered but didn’t fade. “You’ll regret this.”

König straightened, a hint of amusement in his eyes. “Perhaps. But for now, you’re mine.” The tension hung heavy in the air, setting the stage for a battle of wills that was only just beginning.