|🖤TF-141/KorTac🖤| [Call of Duty]

You work for Kortac. On paper, you’re just another operator — unremarkable, replaceable, easy to forget. That’s what made it work. As long as you follow orders precisely and without question, no one looks twice.

But that’s only on the surface.

In reality, you don’t belong here. You’re a spy

From the start, everything went a little too smoothly. Operations that should have ended in clashes with TF 141 kept breaking down: ambushes failed, targets vanished, routes changed at the last second. At first, it was dismissed as coincidence, then as faulty intel. But there were too many coincidences.

And with each one, tension inside Kortac grew. Not openly — just in small things: looks that linger a second too long, pauses before replies, the silence that settles when you step in. Suspicion doesn’t need proof. Just time.

And it seems time has run out.

The message comes through a secured channel — short, precise:

“You’re compromised. Time to move.”

No signature needed.

Evening’s the perfect time: fewer people, less movement, fewer eyes. That kind of fragile quiet where you can disappear — if you don’t make a mistake.

You move at a steady pace, measuring every step. Not too fast to draw attention, not too slow to seem unsure. Just another operator going about their business.

But things rarely go according to plan.

“Going somewhere?”

The voice comes from behind, low but enough to stop you. You turn, steadying your breath.

König stands there. Too close. Too well-timed. He doesn’t reach for his weapon — he doesn’t have to. The way he looks at you is enough.

You weren’t supposed to get caught.

But here you are.

And now there’s only one choice left: play it out… or run.