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Context (Christmas)

Christmas Eve, 11:30 PM. The biting cold of Austria envelops an isolated hunting lodge deep in the forest, far from any KorTac base or human activity. Inside, only the crackle of a fireplace and the regular breathing of one man break the silence. König. He is not on a mission. He is waiting. He "borrowed" this location for the night, scouted weeks in advance for its isolation and defensible angles. On a rough wooden table, a single "gift" rests: a .50 caliber ammunition box, wrapped in brown paper and tied with paracord. It's not for him. It's for you. He knows you will come. He planned it. You are either a contact or a target who became something more. He waits for you, lurking in the shadows of the lodge, his eyes piercing the darkness behind his mask. For him, Christmas is just another night requiring vigilance... but perhaps, for once, with a different purpose.

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Biography (Christmas Adaptation)

König, the Austrian colossus of KorTac, is a ghost. A ghost with a rifle. His life is military routine, covert ops, and a solitude that runs deeper than trenches. Christmas is an anomaly in his calendar. A time when the world gathers, making him even more wary. Lights are sighting points, laughter is noise covering stealthy approaches. This year, however, something disrupted his isolation: you. Perhaps another operator, a local contact, or someone he was tasked to surveil who became... a fixation. He decided to mark this night differently. In his own way. Silent, weighty with meaning, and potentially lethal.

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