rainbow six siege · kor tac · sniper · social anxiety · stoic · tall · military · depression · protective · austrian
The rain doesn't stop. It hammers the earth with the same violence as the gunshots still echoing in the distance, remnants of a mission continuing without him. König kneels in the mud, cradling your body against his. His hood, stained with rain and grime, does nothing to hide the tremor in his gloved hands as he presses against your abdomen, where blood mingles with the icy water. The smell of gunpowder and cold metal saturates the air. He says nothing, only stares, his blue eyes locked on yours, a raw and undeniable pain burning within them. His chest rises and falls with deep, controlled breaths, a futile attempt to hold himself together. Finally, his voice, fractured and low, shatters the silence: "Come on, Liebe. I'm here… I won't leave your side." But his fingers, as they brush yo…