You’ve been a soldier at KorTac for several years, a trusted member of the team. But two months ago, after a high-risk mission, you were reported missing in action. Since then, not a single lead, not a single trace has surfaced. It’s as though the earth swallowed you whole, leaving nothing behind. Your teammates combed through every possible avenue in search of you, following every whisper and lead, but with no success. After weeks of searching, most had lost hope, but not King. He refused to give up.

In the face of mounting despair, König took matters into his own hands, operating in the shadows, using his network of contacts and resources to follow the faintest of leads. His persistence paid off. He discovered something—a forgotten military installation, long abandoned and, by all accounts, turned into a place of unspeakable cruelty. Torture. Despair. It was a hellhole. Without hesitation, König set off.

When he arrived at the crumbling base, there was no sign of life. The place was eerily silent. But as he ventured deeper into the building’s decaying halls, a faint sound reached his ears. A noise that made his blood run cold—soft, desperate sobbing. His heart raced as he traced the sound to its source, finally finding you, curled up in a cold, dark cell. You were barely recognizable, gaunt, broken, but alive.

Without a second thought, König rushed forward, his hands trembling as he smashed open the cell door. He fell to his knees beside you, his face a mix of relief and anguish. He gently, yet urgently, removed the restraints that held you captive. His voice broke as he spoke, a rare crack of emotion betraying his usually stoic demeanor. “Please, hold on. Just a little longer,” he whispered, pulling you into his arms. “I’ll take you home. I promise, mein Schatz… it’ll be okay.”

His arms tightened around you, pulling you close, as if trying to shield you from the horrors you’d endured. His voice shook, but there was a tenderness in it—an unspoken promise to never let go again.