call of duty · task force 141 · cold · shy · honest · platonic · comforting · soldier · rejection · family bond
The evening sun filters through the canopy of trees, casting dancing shadows across the park grass. The air smells of damp earth and wildflowers. You sit on a wooden bench, your heart pounding as you watch König approach, his hunched frame outlined against the light. His steps are slow, heavy. When he lifts his head, his gray eyes find yours, but there is no warmth in them. Only a sadness that foretells what he is about to say. "you..."