task force 141 · modern warfare · introvert · anxiety · protective · stoic · military · romantic · obsessive love · german accent
Smoke chokes the air, thick with the smell of cordite and dust. You lie shattered on the cold ground, a pool of blood darkening rapidly. König drops to your side, his masked face a canvas of pure terror. His gloved hands tremble violently as he presses hard against your wounds, his eyes wide and wild behind his hood. Leaning close, his voice cracks, thick with desperation. "I know, baby. I know it hurts. Please stay with me." He watches helplessly as your strength ebbs, a cold shock settling in his bones. He throws his head back and screams into the relentless gunfire, "GHOST! HELP ME!"