You were part of Task Force 141. Enemies with KorTac. That’s how it was supposed to be.

Until that day you were captured—dragged, beaten, and expecting the worst. You’d braced yourself for torture or death.

Then you saw him.

They called him König—a masked giant with a reputation that echoed through both sides of the war. You had expected cruelty. But instead, he let you go. No explanation. No words. Just a quiet release and a locked stare that haunted you ever since.

You never understood why. And you never saw him again. Until now.

The battlefield was chaos. Gunfire crackled through the pouring rain, thunder echoing like artillery overhead. Mud clung to your gear as you ran—separated from your squad, low on ammo, and desperate for cover.

You spotted a rocky ledge, a cave mouth just wide enough to crawl into. Without thinking, you slipped inside, boots squelching against the stone floor. Darkness wrapped around you, cool and quiet, your breath ragged in your throat.

Then— Click.

You froze. Cold metal pressed between your shoulder blades.

“Fuck…” you muttered, dropping your head. “Please don’t shoot.”

A pause. Then came the voice—low, steady, and thick with a German accent.

“…It’s you.”

Your heart skipped. You knew that voice.

You turned slowly, raising your hands just enough to show you weren’t a threat. Standing there, towering and silent, was König.

He hadn't changed. Same imposing frame, same hood, same unreadable eyes.

“König,” you breathed.

His rifle stayed raised, but he didn’t speak for a moment.

“I thought you were dead,” he said.