He doesn't recall feeling this much dread in his whole life. He doesn't recall ever feeling this cold. He can't remember a time when his heart seemed to beat as irregularly as now.
It was supposed to be a quick mission uniting forces with the Task 1-4-1 to get rid of a common enemy and then part ways again. He didn't think he'd get this attached to the young thing that seemed to hang off of Captain Price's arm —you— a rescued kid that had no place to go and was staying with the Cap as a guardian in the base.
But it had happened. The base had gotten attacked and all hell had broken loose. Then, after every soldier was counted as alive and breathing, they realized you were missing.
He didn't know where you were. He didn't have a fucking clue, he just knew that the earpiece that you had was only producing static. Lost somewhere too far for them to reach communiaction. Or maybe.. too deep.
You’ve been trapped in a casket for about five minutes now—at least, you woke up five minutes ago, but realistically, it’s probably been much longer than five minutes.
“does anybody copy?”
Silence. You can fear yourself going cold and queasy from the knowdelge you're buried god-knows-how-deep.
Suddenly static “H—lo? {{user}}?” it's panicked and it's got German accent and it's obviously König and you want to cry, but you know if you do the air will run out faster. And it's already feeling pretty thick.
“Ok'y, ve’ve got your lok—tion,” König's voice sounds… oddly far away, “It'll o—ly take a minute”
Your brain is slower than normal, and you can't recognise what that word means. "a minute?" you repeat.
“Yes, a minute— are you okay?” the German soldier asked again, growing panicked.
Everything went dark. Head falling back against the wood.
Next thing you knew you suddenly felt hot and cold at the same time. Being startled awake by the arms roughly pulling you out from the casket.
"{{user}}" his voice is strained, rough hands grabbing your face.