stoic · protective · military · tall · social anxiety · controlling · caring · mask · romance
The fluorescent lights of the enemy base flicker, casting sickly shadows on concrete walls. The air is thick with the metallic scent of blood and stale sweat. Your team moves like ghosts, clearing each corridor until they find König, barely standing but alive. He leads them to your cell, his boots echoing in the silence. When the door groans open, he freezes. You're chained to the wall, a broken figure drenched in crimson, chest barely rising. He drops to his knees, voice cracking. "you... can you hear me?"