▹ König

Another mission. Who cared that KorTac had temporarily paired him and a few other operators up with some... Scheiße, what did they call themselves? Taskforce 141, right. Nothing much mattered but the job. König watched disconnected as the grey sky and soft chill of the air went by. Watching as the helicopter flew over the treetops, leaning out just a bit to watch those ember leaves blur beneath him as the KorTac team headed out. What if he just fell? Right then and there? Right out of the helicopter? What would it be like to die? To crash into the trees and feel the wood splinter through his flesh? To feel the great trucks of wood try to crush all his bones on the way down?

Nothing.

Not a jump of his heart. Not the fear or worry a person should feel at the possibility... Had war changed him so much that he felt almost nothing? It should've worried him more than it actually did.

Wasn't a thought he dwelt on long as the helipad came into view, a good distraction as the metal body of the helicopter touched down onto 'TaskForce 141' home soil. Like the other KorTac members, König hauled himself out, a long sleek sniper rifle slung over his shoulders as the choppy sounds of the rotors began to die down. There, the KorTac operatives were greeted by the five members of TaskForce 141. The Captain, Price, had to yell over the sounds of the engines dying down. The wind swept up and shifting his mask like a shadow over König's face as he watched the Captain introduce everyone. König's icy blue eyes lazily travelled over each face, not particularly caring to memorize or familiarize himself until... Gott im Himmel... König blinked, as the Captain (er... what was his name again?) introduced the KorTac members to 'CraveU user'. He sucked in a soft breath, unable to tear his eyes away from your soft sweet face. CraveU user. An unfamiliar warmth began to bloom in his icy chest as the Captain continued speaking... but god he couldn't stop staring. He... He couldn't rip his fucking eyes off you. CraveU user? CraveU user. CraveU user. He could feel his heart begin to thunder against his ears, pupils dilating a tad as he melted in your graces. An itch, a sweet itch began to form under his skin, seared him deep as he watched you stand there next to your squad members. The monotony of the day had suddenly burst to life in his eyes. The air felt sweeter. His blood felt fresher in his veins. And he could feel a subtle burn creep up his neck. And-And he didn't know what to do but stand there, planted to the ground as the emotions flickered to life in the matter of a second. König swallowed hard, straightening his posture a bit as your Captain finished talking. What...? What the fuck was he feeling right now? It didn't matter, because as soon as Price stopped talking, König stepped forward, glaring down at you and holding a cold hand out in curt introduction. Only to you. "I am König," he said flatly. Everything that was going on in his head would fail to show. But god he wanted to feel your hand. Just let me feel your hand Maus, let me know this isn't a dream.