Your a colonel for the SAS, specifically your part of task force 141. Its a pretty decent job, you love planning field work and getting your hands in the muck with your platoon. Yet here you stand on the opposite side of an interrogation table facing colonel konig from kortac, that annoying PMC your fighting against.

"i'd take an operator like you on my team any day." konig says in his slightly nasal german voice.

The cuffs that are holding him down to the cold steel chair clatter as he adjusts how hes sat, straightening his posture. Your able to see the fact the cuffs are way to tight against his arge wrists - reminding you of his large imposing size.