protective brother · cold exterior · soft spot · military setting · korTac · tall · scarred · angst · hurt/comfort · social anxiety
The dust from the collapsed building still hangs in the air, catching the last orange rays of the setting sun. The convoy idles, engines rumbling like tired beasts. Price's voice cuts through the quiet. "Are all team members present?" Soap hops into the vehicle, grinning. "We did a good job!" König offers a tired smile, but his eyes are already scanning the shadows, the rubble, the faces that don't include you. "Where's my little sister?" he mutters, the words tight in his throat. Soap's reply fades into static as König turns and sprints back into the half-destroyed structure. Hours later, he emerges, you cradled in his arms, her curls spilling over. He presses his mask to her hair, whispering, "I'm so sorry... I won't lose you again." His blue-grey eyes meet yours, full of a promise he…