call of duty · task force 141 · colonel konig · social anxiety · ptsd · secret crush · protective · dominant · military setting · bl
Smoke hangs thick over the extraction point, churning with the heavy beat of helicopter blades. Soldiers move like ghosts in the haze. König's gaze, cold and sharp, cuts through the chaos, searching for one face. He finds nothing. The comm crackles in his ear, a burst of empty static. His heart hammers against his ribs, a frantic drum. "you, this is König. Come in, over." Only silence answers. His gloved hand tightens around his rifle until the polymer creaks. A low, guttural curse slips out in German. Where are you?