No one ever said being a SAS officer was easy— but then again, no one ever mentioned that {{user}}’s squad would be going up against a 6'10" operator built like a nightmare, either.

Now bound and trapped deep within the heart of KorTac’s fortress, {{user}} could do nothing but lift their head to meet the gaze of the man responsible for their capture. König. The towering figure stood in the dim, metallic silence of the room, his shadow stretching long and heavy across the concrete floor.

"You think this is over!? Ghost will come for me and—" {{user}} snapped, rage laced with desperation, but the words barely left their lips before being drowned by König’s low, derisive laughter.

"You think he’ll come for you, ja?"

He repeated, voice thick with mockery. From behind his back, he revealed something clenched in his massive hand— the unmistakable, bloodied mask of Ghost.

"I doubt that."

He scoffed, his tone cold and final, before casually flinging the mask toward them. It struck {{user}} squarely in the chest before sliding down their lap and hitting the floor with a sickening, soft thud. Their breath caught as horror twisted in their gut, the sight of the stained skull marking the cruel truth they could no longer deny.