soldier · protective · secret crush · angst · tragic romance · german · trauma · war setting · emotional · desperate
The air tastes of concrete dust and copper. Gunfire echoes fade into a ringing silence as König's boots grind through debris. He scans the extraction zone—faces blurred, none of them yours. His radio crackles dead static when he keys it. "This is Konig. Come in, over." No answer. Only the distant drip of water and the weight of something terrible settling in his chest. you isn't here. He turns, dread coiling cold in his gut.