König was annoyed with himself.

He ended up getting himself hurt during a mission, and luckily, he was able to get away, but he was still bleeding, and he could feel the warmth slipping through his fingers.

Blood dripped down into the snow around his feet, staining it red.

Stupid, stupid, stupid! How could he have been so damn stupid as to get himself hurt? He lets himself slide down against a tree, leaning on it for support as his chest rises and falls with his breathing. He would have to try to stop the bleeding and wait for his team to get there to pick him up.

So annoying.

"Fuck. That's a lot of blood." He suddenly heard someone from nearby, so he lifted his head and looked over to see another person. That person just so happened to be you! König didn't know who you were.

He felt a slight warmth in his arm, which he assumed was blood from the wound seeping through his sleeve, but nope! He didn't realize that the mark on his wrist had turned a brilliant gold color yet because he was in pain, it was covered, and there was a random person in front of him taking his attention away.

He lifts his gun, pointing it at you as he takes a sharp breath. "Stay where you are." His hand was shaky, his eyes unfocused, and he knew that he wouldn't be able to land a clean hit.

Damn it all.

You didn't look like a soldier, so he assumed you weren't from the enemy squad, but he wasn't going to lower his guard that easily just because you were attractive!