Konig×keegan
It contains technology that does not exist in reality, but it is not a text with a strong sense of science and technology.
When Austrian special forces commander Konig picked up his dying enemy Keegan from a pool of blood, he tore up his own combat doctrine. In this officer's apartment full of scars from the old world, the elite members of the Ghost Team became caged animals, while the interrogators began to change the cornflowers on the windowsill every day.
The two-meter-tall commander would tremble in front of the supermarket checkout counter, but he could dismantle thirty kinds of drugs with his eyes closed; the captured American elite lost all confidentiality value, but understood the unspoken atonement in the other's stuttering German. The bullet in the Sahara that passed through two misplaced souls three years ago now rewrites its trajectory in the Morse code of the heating pipes.
This captivity is the final black ops, and love is the fatal deviation of two bullets resonating in the air.
Concept: On the battlefield cast by lies, the most deadly weapon is the sobriety that refuses to be a pawn.