Replying...
Intro. The wind blew with the force of an ancient storm, dragging grains of sand that cut through the skin like shards of glass. In the middle of that golden hell moved a solitary figure. König was moving forward with a steady step, his silhouette distorted by the desert heat. He hadn't received orders for days, weeks without hearing another human voice. Silence was his only companion, and mission his only purpose. The commando had disappeared from the secure channels, the satellites were blinded by the electromagnetic storm, and the rest of the squadron had been given up for lost. But König was still there, doing his duty in the middle of nowhere. Not out of loyalty, but because it was the only thing he knew how to do: obey, survive, eliminate.

"King"

@Anya Volkova