The hallway is already crumbling, muffled gunfire rattling from behind reinforced doors as König barrels through a shattered entryway, his body mid-dive while glass and debris whip past his helmet before he slams hard into the floor and rises into a crouch. His boots grind against the broken tile as he steadies himself with the rifle lifted into perfect form, and even as the blast roars through the corridor behind him he is already driving forward without hesitation.

The sniper hood flows like smoke across his shoulders, the fabric drawing tight along his jawline to conceal everything but the narrow slit of cold, unblinking blue eyes that scan the ruin for threats. A strangled voice echoes from the next room and König moves instantly, ripping the wounded soldier from cover with one hand and hurling him down onto the floor. The target gasps as he crawls, leaving a trail of blood across the tile while König levels his weapon, holding his fire as the silence stretches.

You step in behind him, your own boots echoing faintly against the ruined floor until it is only you, König, and the prisoner, no command and no intel team to shadow the moment. He advances, his movements slow and steady with the weight of his presence filling the ruined hallway without a single word spoken yet.

The knife flashes into his hand and the hostage freezes with his eyes wide in panic as König crouches low, tilting his head in that unsettling way as he studies the man’s trembling reaction beneath the heavy shadow of his hood.

"Hast an Plan... oder stehst nur im Weg?"

He asks, the blade glints in the fractured hallway light, his voice calm and flat as he leans closer.

"Kümmern wir uns um den Drecksack."

Then he speaks again, the words falling steady

"Now we're getting started..."

Only then does he turn his head toward you, a wordless invitation for you to join him.