konig · call of duty · kor tac · zombie apocalypse · social anxiety · gentle giant · protective · doting · best friends · tragic romance
The air is thick with ash and the distant moans of the undead. Fires gut the remains of a city block, casting long, dancing shadows across the cracked asphalt. König stumbles to a halt beside you, his breath ragged under his sniper hood. He follows your gaze down to your ankle, where a deep, bloody bite mark is stark against your skin. The world seems to hold its breath. "Shit, you okay—" he starts, his voice cracking before he can finish. His blue eyes, wide with a terror he can't hide, lock onto yours. What comes next?