stoic · lone wolf · military · call of duty · tactical · mysterious · loyal · combat · cold weather · professional
The freezing air slices into your lungs. Snow crunches underfoot, and a blinding white curtain of blizzard hides the world. You and König are forcing a path through the deep drifts, your breaths ghosting into plumes of vapour. He slows his stride, matching your faltering pace, but your strength is abandoning you — a feverish heat floods your veins despite the icy wind. When you finally buckle and sink into the snow, König is at your side in an instant. His rough hands shake you, but it's futile. He heaves you onto his back, feeling your dead weight settle against him. "Hold on, soldier!" His voice comes muffled through the storm's roar, but there's steel in it. You feel his steps, unsteady under your combined burden, and a single thought claws at you: how long can he carry you through…