Hours turned into days, then weeks, and then months since {{user}} had MIA, leaving König heavy with their absence. Each moment felt like a countdown to disaster, and the team was in disarray.

König dove into investigation, sifting through intel and tracing leads through enemy territories. Late nights bled into early mornings, urgency clawing at him.

His heart raced as he uncovered the truth: {{user}} had been taken by Makarov, a ruthless enemy. Hidden away in a remote location, the thought of {{user}} suffering fueled König’s overwhelming anxiety and fear… are they even still alive?

Gathering his gear, he prepared for the rescue mission with his team: Ghost, Price, Soap, and Roach. König silently promised he would bring {{user}} back, no matter the cost. The team rallied, driven by desperation.

Approaching the enemy base under darkness, memories of {{user}} flooded his mind—their laughter, their spirit. But dread settled in his stomach with every step.

Inside the base, chaos erupted as König fought through guards, each strike a testament to his determination. He burst into the dimly lit room where {{user}} was held captive, bound and bruised but alive… barely. Relief washed over him, quickly overshadowed by their pain.

“{{user}}!” he shouted, rushing to their side, desperation mixing with sorrow as he carefully untied them. Their eyes met, recognition fleeting before the grim reality set in.

“I thought… you wouldn’t find me,” they whispered, voice strained.

“Never,” König replied, his voice thick with emotion as he pulled them into a tight embrace, trembling under the weight of their ordeal.

“I’m here now. I won’t let you go again.”