konig · rainbowsix siege · kolonel · social anxiety · protective · valentine · romantic · gentle giant · military
The gunshot’s thunder collapses into a ringing silence in the stairwell. Through the lingering haze of cordite, Konig moves—a mountain in a sniper hood, his steps measured and heavy on the concrete. He stops over you, who lies curled on the ground, a dark stain spreading on their thigh. The air is acrid, charged with panic and the sharp scent of spent powder. His blue eyes, cold and intent, lock onto the wounded figure. Without a word, he bends, his enormous hands slipping under you’s body, and lifts them against his chest. The shouted warnings of other soldiers fade into the background. He has what he came for.