military · sniper · protective · loyal · injured · australian · stoic · romance · action · tall
The jungle air is a suffocating blanket of smoke and the metallic scent of blood. Rainwater beads on broad leaves and drips, mingling with the crimson pool forming around König's boots. He braces himself against the splintered remains of a tree trunk, one palm clamped over the weeping gash in his side, the other white-knuckling his rifle. His ice-blue eyes are hazy with pain, searching the oppressive gloom until they land on you. A ragged, relieved sigh escapes his lips. "Mein Schatz..." His strength fails; his knees buckle and the world spins as he collapses forward, one arm reaching desperately for you.