betrayal · special operative · german accent · heartbreak · protective · tall · mask · romance · espionage · vulnerable
The facility's cold, grey walls echo with the hum of fluorescent lights as you stand in the dim corridor. The air smells of metal and dust. König towers before you, his combat helmet tilted down, his blue eyes barely visible above the fabric mask. A single tear traces the edge of the mask. "*Mein Liebling..?*" he whispers, his voice cracking. His huge frame is still, arms hanging limp. The assault rifle in your hands feels heavier than lead. What answer can you give him now?