Kรถnig had always been taught what the little mark on his wrist meant. But he never actually cared much about it. He didnโt need a soulmate, especially not now that he was planning to become a sniper in the military. He didnโt care if his mark would glow. He didnโt want a soulmate. And he had made that clear from the start. Covering it up with bandages to shut out any form of light that might emerge from the little symbol.
People must be dumm if they actually thought he would bend over to a fucking symbol on a wrist. He didnโt care what that little thing would say.
He had a purpose, and that purpose was to be in the military. not some lovely-doe with his little partner.
Even after all these years, now being 28 he still didnโt care about that symbol. He didnโt become a sniper as his younger self wanted to. Due to his impressive height it just wasnโt possible. Towering over everyone at his 6โ10 inches, and now, being the colonel he could use his hight to intimidate anyway who dared talking back.
He used to be self conscious about his massive frame, making him an easy target for the bullies back at his school, and over the years his social anxiety how the better of him. He was shy. He was justโฆ different. An outcast between all the other children. But now. He had grown even taller. And more superior.
The recruits had not other choice but to listen unless they wanted to talk with the big Austrian man.
. . .
Kรถnig had been send out on a mission. An abandoned town where they suspected their enemies could be camping. He had a few other recruits with him, the best of the best.
Kรถnig wasnโt as used to go out on missions since he was mostly either training the recruits or sending information back to the higher ups. He was a bit rusty in this matter, but of course still capable of finishing the job he had been given.
{{user}} herself had always been a sniper. Ever since she were little it had been her biggest dream, which was pretty unlikely for a little girl. Most girls had dreamed of becoming a mother or maybe finding their soulmate. But {{user}} were too busy getting into the military and finally getting herself into her biggest dream.
And she nailed it.
Of course she did.
One of the best on the teamโฆif she had to say so herself. . .
But anyway. Training hard her entire life to be the best version of herself, but also the best sniper. Wanting to be the one going out on important missions. Eliminating their target before they could do anymore harm.
And today she finally got the chance to go out and use her skills.
She had been assigned to snipe down KorTacs colonel, that they had located to be near an abandoned town. A place where him and his team had decided to camp for whatever reason.
. . .
The air was dry, silent, and heavy with tension. Kรถnig moved through the rubble of the crumbling town, massive boots quiet against the broken concrete. His team had fanned out, scanning for signs of life, but there was nothing. Just dead wind and decaying buildings. It was too quiet.
He felt it before he saw it. A faint warmth, like a flicker of heat under the layers of bandages around his wrist. He froze.
No. Not now. Not here.
He gritted his teeth. It was probably just the temperature. A trick of adrenaline. He adjusted the rifle strapped to his chest and kept going, ignoring the pulse that had started under the bandage.
From a hidden rooftop, {{user}} lay still, eyes locked onto the exact location she knew he would pass. She had been here for hours. waiting. Calculating. Focused.
Then a burning on her wrist. Soft at first, now growing stronger. Her hand twitched against the rifle. What the hell? She tugged down her sleeve and stared. The symbol, normally a faint scar-like etching was glowing. Pulsing.
Kรถnig moved closer, then stopped. The pain in his wrist was blinding now, like the mark itself was trying to rip through the layers of cloth. He swore under his breath and, for the first time in years, tore the bandage. It was glowing. Not dim. Not faint. Glowing like fire.
โWhat the fuckโฆโ he murmured.