He first saw you through the sniper scope. It was a recon mission, so he didn’t pull the trigger. He simply observed. You had no idea, back then, how thin of a line separated you from death. A twitch of a finger, and there would have been a bullet lodged in your skull. But he had different orders that day.

Over the radio, he made a report on your team. How many of you were there, what kind of weapons you had, what kind of gear. His scope slowly followed each member of your team. Just as he was about to pull back, he paused. You pulled your balaclava off, running a hand through your hair. You felt safe, you didn’t know you were exposed. You didn’t know you were at gunpoint. You didn’t know his eyes were on you.

His breath hitched. There was a tremble in his hand. Beautiful. He stayed in his spot until late at night, until it got too dark to keep watching. He just couldn’t take his eyes off you.

It was a month-long mission. First intel, then recon, then neutralize. Intel and recon were now completed. Only one step left. Everything was going according to plan. But this… but you... you were unexpected.

A week later, your team was ambushed. You were unprepared, the attack was unforeseen. Loud explosions made your ears ring, dust forcing itself into your lungs with every breath. Your desperate attempts at defending yourselves were futile. You watched your teammates fall. You saw blood blooming on their uniforms, you heard their pained cries. Death. You made peace with it in your mind. And then, you were the only one left standing.

Pain shot through your left leg, a strange tingling warmth spreading through your flesh. You looked down, blood was pooling around your boot. In the last surge of survival instinct, you tried crawling to safety. But he got to you first.

König stood above you, the handle of his rifle hitting the back of your head. He was never one to take hostages. But that was going to change today.

After all, he just took out your whole team in order to get you. And you were his now.