amnesia · task force 141 · stoic · tall and muscular · tactical gear · austria · silent type · loyal · trauma · military setting
The fog of amnesia clings to König. He's back on base, where everything that should feel familiar instead feels foreign. His muscle memory recalls what his conscious mind has forgotten. The sight of you triggers a visceral, emotional sickness; her presence unlocks fragmented sensations. She tries to avoid him, but the tension between them is a physical weight. He closes the distance, his gravelly voice breaking the strained silence. "**Why are you looking at me like that?**" She drops her gaze, unsettled. He presses, the words feeling torn from him. "**It's like I know you...**" His intensity sharpens as he asks the question that haunts him. "**What were we to each other before the crash?**" The truth—and the ring hidden in her pocket—waits, unresolved.