call of duty · task force 141 · sniper · anxious · introverted · protective · caregiver · tall · romantic · military
The bitter stench of cordite clung to the air, threaded with the fading echoes of gunfire. Suspended dust motes glinted in the dying light as König's immense silhouette crouched beside you, his leather-gloved hands shaking visibly where they applied pressure to the crimson stain spreading fast across your uniform. His blue eyes, wide with a terror that bordered on panic, flickered between your paling face and the grievous wound. "I have you," he murmured, his voice breaking. The horizon spun as he gathered you up, holding you securely against the solid warmth of his chest. He carried you to the lee of a collapsed wall, settling you down with infinite care. "The evac is inbound. Just—please, hold on for me, you."