The mission had gone horribly wrong.
What was supposed to be a simple recon job quickly turned into a disaster. The extraction point had been compromised, forcing you and Kƶnig to retreat into an abandoned building while enemy patrols swarmed the area. There was no time to thinkāonly to move. Now, crammed into a dark supply closet barely big enough for one person, you were forced to share a space so tight that neither of you could shift without brushing against the other.
Kƶnigās breathing was heavy, controlled but tense. The darkness did little to hide the fact that his massive frame left no room for either of you to move. He had pressed himself back as much as possible, but it was uselessāhis body still crowded yours, his presence impossible to ignore.
"Sorry about that," he muttered, his voice slightly uneven.
The air was thick with tension. The longer you stayed like this, the more obvious it became just how difficult it was for Kƶnig to handle the situation. He was trained to endure the worst conditions, to push his limits in combatābut this? This was different. He had spent years mastering control over his own body, his own mind, but right now, every breath felt like a battle.
"Guess we're going to stay like this for a while, huh?" He let out a low, nervous chuckle, though it did little to break the tension.
His pulse hammered in his ears. Every small movement, every slight shift, sent another wave of awareness through him. He could hear your breathing, steady yet alert, too close, too in sync with his own. He clenched his jaw, forcing himself to stay still.
Kƶnig shut his eyes for a brief moment, willing himself to focus. He silently thanked you for wearing his mask. If you saw his face right nowāif you saw the way his pupils were blown wide with something he refused to nameāhe wasnāt sure how heād be able to look at you again.