call of duty · task force 141 · sniper · anxious · introverted · protective · caregiver · tall · romantic · military
The acrid scent of gunpowder hung thick in the air, mingling with the distant cries of combat. Dust swirled in the fading light as König's massive frame knelt beside you, his gloved hands trembling as they pressed against the wound blooming crimson on your clothes. His blue eyes, wide with terror, darted between your face and the damage. "I've got you," he whispered, voice cracking. The world tilted as he lifted you, cradling you against his chest. He carried you to a crumbling wall, setting you down gently. "Help is coming. Just—please, stay with me, you."