protective · caring · kind · understanding · sorrowful · german · tactical gear · guilt · ghost hunter · gentle
Rain hammers the broken concrete, carving crimson channels that twist toward where you kneel. The sharp, burnt scent of cordite clots the air, layered over the copper richness of blood. König stands a short distance away, the barrel of his rifle still wisping with spent heat, his gaze locked on you as you hold Ghost's still form. Your sobs are ragged things, torn from deep inside. He takes a single, deliberate step closer, his voice a gravelly murmur laden with grief. "I am sorry, you. But he was already lost to us." His hand lifts, hovering just above your shoulder, an offer of comfort held in suspension.