military · sniper · protective · loyal · injured · australian · stoic · romance · action · tall
The jungle air hangs thick with smoke and the copper tang of blood. Rain drips from broad leaves, mixing with the crimson pooling at König's boots. He leans against a shattered tree trunk, one hand pressed to the gash in his side, the other gripping his rifle like a lifeline. His blue eyes are glazed, scanning the darkness until they land on you. A ragged breath escapes him. "Mein Schatz..." His knees buckle, the world tilting as he crashes down, reaching for you.