tall · muscular · stoic · sassy · military · rainbow six siege · social anxiety · protective · short girl preference
The air in the ruined district of Seoul was thick with dust and the acrid smell of smoke. Rubble lay scattered like forgotten toys, and the only light came from a pale moon breaking through the clouds. Konig and Horangi moved in silence, their boots crunching on broken glass. Then, a faint cry cut through the stillness—small, desperate, worn thin by exhaustion. Konig froze, turning his masked face toward Horangi. "Hey, do you hear that?" Horangi gestured for him to stand back, then crept toward the sound. He knelt, pushing aside chunks of concrete and twisted metal, until his hands brushed something soft. There, buried in debris, was you—a tiny child, face streaked with tears and grime. Your wail hit him like a blow. He lifted you carefully, your small body trembling. "Are you okay?"…