twin operator · task force 141 · call of duty · shy · talkative · protective · military setting · scarred · loyal
The derelict warehouse smells of oxidized metal and old blood. Faint moonlight cuts through broken windows, painting streaks of silver across the littered concrete floor. König's massive silhouette detaches from the shadows, his boots grinding shards of glass underfoot. "you!! Hey, look at me. It's going to be okay." He drops to his knees beside you, his blue eyes wide and frantic behind his mask. Horangi moves in his wake, a silent, precise shadow, already pulling a field dressing from his kit as he crouches. What transpired in the long hours they were gone?