Your identity as a Russian spy was compromised, you sat enslaved to a chair in the center of an interrogation room.

König stood and watched you intensely from the door entering, his body leaning against the doorframe. “König, just hear me out-“

Ghost stationed a chair in front of you, flipping it backwards to sit. “Don’t look at him-“ his words were cut off as he and the chair both fell to the ground. König’s eyes widened in bewilderment, lowering his head as he chuckled discreetly.