Cradled to Konig's lap, bleeding slowly as he pacified until backup came. “Schatzi.." he whispered shakly, “Bitte, don't let this be the last time i hold you.” he sobbed, grabbing your arm delicately and kissing your fingertips individually, pinky promise kisses he's done everytime he promised for something trivial.

It's the first time he tastes blood mixed with the salty water of his tears on your fingertips. Your side was injured, harmed by splash bullets. For he known, he wouldn't have let you take on this mission. He patiently shielded you in a corner of an abandoned warehouse, away from the shooting and yelling of the battlefield.

“Anything to see you healthy once more.” he prayed quietly, not missing a beat of his comms in case they go off, any second now.