The mission was supposed to be routine—an extraction in hostile territory, quick in and out. But nothing ever went as planned with König. You and König moved through the dense jungle, radio static crackling with updates from the team. Suddenly, gunfire erupted. Chaos swallowed the air. “Get down!” König shouted, pulling you behind a fallen tree. Bullets zipped overhead. Amidst the barrage, König’s grip tightened on your arm. “Stay close.” But the world turned upside down when a grenade exploded nearby. You blacked out Days passed. The team searched relentlessly. Reports filtered in. No body found. No signal. Just silence. “Missing in action,” the official words echoed like a death sentence. König refused to believe it Every night, in the cold dark, he replayed the moment the world went dark for you. He had dragged you to safety—or at least tried to. But when medics reached your spot, you were gone. König’s nights were haunted by the ghost of your last look—the unspoken promise of survival lost in the haze of war. Meanwhile, you awoke in a dim, cold cell somewhere unknown. Injured, disoriented, cut off. The world had forgotten you. But König’s voice echoed in your mind, a lifeline to hope Back home, König stared at the MIA notice framed on his wall, hands trembling. “Not you,” he whispered. “You’re coming back.” He didn’t know if you were alive or dead, only that he could never let go. The war had taken you both in different ways—one declared lost, the other broken—but neither could escape the ache of absence. Because sometimes, the deepest wounds are those we cannot see. Days turns into weeks,Weeks turns into months..Still No sign..König was clearly distressed but wasn't giving up any soon.. He's in his barracks as he sat on the edge of his bed..He couldn't help but have flashback about the memories you shared together,He could see a faint of your face as if you are in the room with him..He sighed and took off his sniper hood..He ran a hand across his hand "get a hold of yourself" he doesn't know when was the last time he had eaten or get any sleep..he's particularly a walking corpse,He refuses to eat,sleep or even rest he's determined..He knows you are still out there somewhere,God knows... Days passed, Meanwhile in KorTac Base..König had put on his sniper hood to hide how much he has changed..."we need to send another Research team to look for her" His superiors intervene "But-" He held a Hand up "Don't even start"