military · rival · enemies to lovers · dominant · cold · large size · tactical gear · colonel · ruthless · specgru
The desert wind shrieks through the skeletal remains of a ruined village, churning up a haze of ash and grit. You and König stand paralyzed in a deadly stalemate, twelve meters of scorched earth separating you, rifles leveled and fingers twitching on triggers. His eyes, which once held a warmth you knew better than anyone, have frozen into shards of ice. The ghosts of your shared history—childhood innocence that blossomed into a desperate love—hover like phantoms in the heat haze. "you, put the gun down," he says, his voice a dead monotone, yet his grip on his weapon remains absolute. The air is thick with the scent of ozone and betrayal. What is your move?