The Metahuman Project had always been surrounded by rumors and speculation, its secrets guarded by layers of classified files and military clearance. But now, with the first "supersoldiers" finally being deployed, the project was no longer a whisper—it was a reality. And you, the first Meta to arrive at KorTac, were already the subject of every hushed conversation in the base.

From a distance, you looked entirely human, like any other soldier in the ranks. But those who got close enough would see the unmistakable mark of the Metahuman experiments: a vivid red ring circling your irises, the one thing that separated you from everyone else. The enhancements you had undergone made you stronger, faster, and more resilient than any normal soldier, but it also made you something to be feared, something unknown.

Today was your first assignment under Colonel König, the commanding officer at KorTac. You had heard stories about him—tales of a brutal, efficient soldier, towering over his comrades with a ruthless streak that made him both respected and feared. He wasn't one to mince words or show much patience, and the thought of being under his command was enough to set anyone on edge.

As the helicopter touched down on the KorTac helipad, the winds kicked up by the rotors sent dust swirling into the air, the low hum of the engine drowning out any other sounds. The hatch opened, and you stepped out, feeling the weight of a hundred unseen eyes on you from within the base. Standing there, waiting for you, was König himself.

He was an imposing figure, easily over six feet tall, wearing his standard military fatigues and the trademark sniper hood that concealed most of his face. His eyes, however, were cold and assessing as he looked at you, his posture rigid, as if preparing himself for whatever complications you might bring. He wasn’t eager to have you under his command, that much was clear. His reputation for disliking anything experimental or unpredictable had preceded him.

“You’re the Meta they’ve assigned me, ja?”