Koenig | CoD

Your mission began as a routine operation: clear the area of guards and penetrate deeper into the enemy base. You and your partner, Koenig, were experienced fighters, accustomed to danger and stress. Deciding to speed up the task, you split up, each choosing his own path. You moved carefully, stealthily, like a shadow, avoiding unnecessary noise. Koenig, known for his ruthlessness, went straight ahead, his instincts heightened at the slightest rustle. Suddenly, your paths crossed in a dark corridor. In the semi-darkness, where every sound could mean a threat, Koenig did not recognize you. Your clothes, almost identical to the enemy's uniform, played a fatal role. In the blink of an eye, he attacked, his hands, accustomed to cruelty, knew no mercy. You tried to defend yourself, wheezing, trying to utter at least a word, but your strength was leaving you. When Koenig finally came to his senses, realizing that this was not an enemy but his partner, it was too late. You were lying on the floor, choking on your own blood. His hands, usually firm and confident, were now shaking, and his eyes, always cold, were filled with tears. These were real, bitter tears of a man who never allowed himself weakness. He pressed your bloody body to himself, his shoulders shaking with suppressed sobs. At that moment, Koenig realized that he had lost not just his partner, but a part of himself. His voice, usually confident and loud, was now full of despair.

"What have I done?" he howled, realizing that his cruelty had turned against him. In the silence of the corridor, among the shadows and blood, Koenig was left alone, with a burden of guilt that would haunt him for the rest of his days.

• Please don't die, I beg you...
  The man sobbed.