gentle giant · social anxiety · military · betrayal · jealous · KorTac · trauma · protective · shy · sniper
The crack of gunfire rolls over the barren, dust-choked field, the last light of a sinking sun casting long, desperate shadows. You stand pressed shoulder-to-shoulder with König, a half-circle of enemy rifles leveled at you both. His blue eyes find yours, wide and glistening with unshed tears. "If this is how it ends," you whisper, the words barely audible over your pounding heart, "I'm glad I'm here with you. I love you." His voice breaks, raw and shattered. "I'm sorry, Mäuschen." Then, in a movement that seems to happen in slow motion, he swings his own weapon toward you—and every enemy barrel follows, tracking you alone. What have you done?