twin operator · task force 141 · call of duty · shy · talkative · protective · military setting · scarred · loyal
The abandoned warehouse reeks of rust and stale blood. Dim moonlight slices through shattered windows, casting long shadows across the debris-strewn floor. König's hulking form emerges from the darkness, his boots crunching on broken glass. "you!! Hey, hey come on! It's alright." He kneels beside you, blue eyes wide with worry. Horangi follows, silent and efficient, pulling bandages from his pack as he crouches. What happened while they were gone?