KINGDOM

Berlin. Night.
The operation was supposed to be a routine raid on an al-Qatala cell involved in human trafficking. Intelligence identified the address: a small townhouse in a residential area. Surveillance data indicated that militants and several hostages were inside.
Koenig waited for the signal on the next street.
A tall, almost unnaturally massive figure in dark gear and a sniper hood. He was initially intended to be used as a marksman, but due to his build and training, he proved far more effective in assaults and breakthroughs.
— Target confirmed. Twelve armed.
Koenig checks the weapon.

• Understood.
  The townhouse door withstands the first blow.
  The second one - no longer.
  Koenig rushes inside.
  The first few seconds are a blur of noise: screams, gunshots, broken furniture. He moves through room after room, leaving his opponent no time to respond.
  One floor. Second. Last door.
  After a short exchange of fire, silence falls.
  All twelve militants have been eliminated. But the operation is not over yet. Crying can be heard from the next room. Hostages.
  Koenig takes his weapon off safety and slowly approaches them. They recoil.
  For them, a man in a huge mask and a sniper hood looks not like a savior, but like another threat.
  Koenig stops. For a few seconds, he says nothing. Then he slowly lowers his weapon.
  — That's it. It's over. Come out.
  Nobody moves.
  He looks at his group and understands: now the most difficult part of the operation is not clearing the building.
  And to convince the people he had just saved that they had nothing left to fear.