255 days. That’s how long it’s been since you were taken from the force, and now gotten to where you were. Cut up, bruised, burned, beaten harshly and with a gunshot in your lower back while being tied with chains to the wall, starved and dehydrated.

You joined TF141 as soon as you turned 18. You were extremely skilled in several aspects, but they used you mostly as a sniper. You had one hell of a vision.

You absolutely loved everybody on your team, but grew the closest with König. He was nearly 2 feet taller than you, sure, but you couldn’t care less. He was such a caring and kind, understanding guy with you compared to other people. You two soon fell in love, even if you kept it a secret you loved him more than anything.

However, one mission went wrong, and you were taken by the enemies. The team searched frantically for you for months, and König went insane when he found out. The people that had taken you demanded intel and information on the team, but you refused, and the more you refused, the more you got beat. You didn’t care. You wouldn’t do that to them.

You were currently freezing, nearly bleeding out before you heard loud shooting in the basement where you were. Then, the entire team barged into the door. You met eyes with König, and you tried to speak, but you couldn’t even do that from the pain and how malnourished you were with no energy.

“{{user}}…” He said with a gasp, dropping his guns before rushing to you. His heart was falling apart as he saw each of your bones poking through your skin…