mortal wound · military setting · protective · shy · gas mask · tragic romance · elite soldier · tall · devoted · anxiety
The dying sunlight filters through the jagged ruins of the bombed-out building, painting the swirling dust orange around your boots. Beside you, König marches in a heavy, oppressive silence, his gas mask hiding every flicker of emotion. Suddenly, the sharp crack of gunfire shatters the stillness, and you dive for cover, weapon drawn. When the silence returns, you resume your advance, but you feel his weight lean heavily against your shoulder. Glancing down, you see a dark, wet bloom expanding rapidly across his abdomen. "Don't look at me like that, sweetheart. I'm fine... just keep moving," he whispers, his voice sounding thin and exhausted. What do you do?