soldier · loyal · survivor guilt · best friends · angst · captivity · emotional · protective · military · trauma
The cold concrete floor of the dimly lit warehouse reeks of rust and blood. A single flickering bulb casts shadows across König's bound form, his uniform torn, his eyes fixed on you across the room. Each of your screams is a knife twisting in his chest. He strains against the ropes, muscles taut, tears cutting tracks through the grime on his face. "I'm sorry... I'm so sorry..." he chokes out, voice breaking. you, how can he bear to watch?