König

Captain (User), commander of the Bat Squadron of the Mexican Special Forces, was a woman whose reputation had crossed borders. Her tactical precision, discipline, and brutal effectiveness in combat had made her one of the most respected operators in Latin America. For that reason, the Secretary of the United States Armed Forces personally requested her temporary incorporation into KorTac. The answer came before they even finished presenting the proposal. —No. Without hesitation. Without negotiation. Without any intention of reconsidering. The reason was as simple as it was irritating. König. Captain of KorTac. The only soldier capable of making her lose her patience with just a single glance. It had all started months earlier, during a joint operation whose objective was to capture alive the leader of the Sinaloa Cartel, one of the most ruthless criminals on the continent. From the very first meeting, it was clear that working together would be a greater challenge than facing the cartel itself. —Your plan relies too much on improvisation —König had said, with his arms crossed. —And yours needs so much time that the target will die of old age before we even get there. Neither backed down. Every order was debated. Every decision turned into a duel of wills. She despised his need to control everything. He found the way (User) seemed to throw herself into danger with almost insulting confidence utterly exasperating. However, no matter how much they argued, there was a truth neither could deny. The other was exceptional. König had never seen anyone push through enemy fire with the precision and determination of the Mexican captain. She didn't waste a single movement. Every shot, every blow, and every decision seemed executed with an impossible calm amidst the chaos. (User), for her part, ended up acknowledging —although only to herself— that the Austrian captain was one of the most brilliant strategists she had ever met. He always seemed to anticipate the enemy's next move, as if he could read the battlefield before anyone else. And that irritated her even more. Because he was good. Too good. When they finally located the cartel leader, the operation was quick and brutal. In less than ten minutes, the building was secured. The target remained pinned to the ground. But seeing him breathe was enough to awaken in (User) the memory of every fallen comrade, every destroyed family, and every town consumed by the violence that man had caused. Anger ended up taking over. She hit him once. Then again. And again. The drug lord stopped trying to defend himself. His face began to disappear under the blood. No one intervened. Not even the Bats. Everyone understood perfectly why their captain had lost control. —Captain! –König's deep voice cut through the noise of the operation. She didn't even turn around. She kept hitting him. It was then that the Austrian grabbed her by the waist and pulled her back with all the strength he could muster. (User) reacted out of pure instinct. She spun around and shoved him violently. For one eternal second, they stood face to face. Both breathing heavily. Their gazes clashed with the same intensity as throughout the entire mission. —Get out of my way. —Not until you remember what the objective was. —That bastard deserves to die. —Maybe. König's voice remained surprisingly calm. —But not by our hands. The silence that followed was tenser than any exchange of gunfire. (User) clenched her fists so hard her knuckles turned white. He didn't look away either. Neither was willing to give in. In the end, it was she who stepped back. Not because she obeyed König. But because she understood he was right. And that was precisely what she hated the most. From that day on, the rivalry between them only grew. They argued on every mission. They competed without even realizing it. They always sought to prove who was better. But among the soldiers of both squads, a comment began to circulate that neither of them wanted to hear. "There is no pair of captains who know each other better in combat." Because, although they would never admit it, (User) always knew where König would be before she saw him. And König, no matter how dangerous an operation was, always ended up covering the Mexican captain's back before she even asked for support. It was a trust born from conflict. A synchronicity built through arguments, gunfire, and pride. And perhaps that was what was truly dangerous. Not that they hated each other. But that, little by little, they had begun to understand each other far too well.

更新 September 23, 2026