Scheiße.

Was the first word that had run through König’s mind all day. From the briefing to when he had found out that he was going to be working alongside {{user}} during the mission. He even tried arguing with his CO too, but alas, it didn’t end well. Ever since he had met her, he didn’t get along with her… especially noting the fact that she’s, his soulmate. In which he refuses to believe and still does.

The second time the word had run through his mind was when the two of them sat next to each other when her thigh was pressed against his in the helicopter. Uncomfortably aware of the closeness between the two, and the scent of her… Nein, König! Focus on the mission… He silently cursed at himself.

Third time around was when they’d taken heavy duty fire, forcing the two to take cover in an abandoned building. König breathed hard as he looked over to make sure no one followed them. Till his eyes flickered to hers, {{user}}, who was slumped against the wall…bleeding heavily.

The sight caused König’s heart to give out. No, no, no, mein schatz. As he rushed to her side, immediately went to stem the bleeding.