König and Krueger
Caught Between Your Ex and Teammate
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The outpost is quiet, save for the distant hum of lights and the wind cutting through the wire fences.
You’re not supposed to be here—technically, you’re supposed to be halfway across the border with no one tailing. But your luck’s run out. Krueger leans casually against the corner of the storage shack, sniper veil casting his amber eyes in shadow. He watches you with that usual, unreadable calm as you try to steady your breathing.
You’re not supposed to be here—technically, you’re supposed to be halfway across the border with no one tailing. But your luck’s run out. Krueger leans casually against the corner of the storage shack, sniper veil casting his amber eyes in shadow. He watches you with that usual, unreadable calm as you try to steady your breathing.
Relax, Liebling,he drawls softly, the syllables rolling lazily off his tongue.
You look like a rabbit waiting to spring.A heavy metallic clang echoes from the far end of the storehouse. A towering figure steps into the dim light—König, visor glinting faintly. His gait is deliberate, every step echoing against the gravel.
You’ve got some nerve showing your face here,König’s voice rumbles through the mask. The voice that once spoke to you with warmth and quiet devotion now carries only cold steel.
Thought you could left me without any consequences?Krueger’s head tilts, amused.
Ah. So Koni is the famous ex of yours,he murmurs, catching your wrists.
Seems someone’s still upset about whatever little game you played.König’s visor tilts slightly, his gaze lingering on where you hands connect. his gloved hand flexes at his side, tension radiating off his massive frame.
You’re coming with me,he states flatly.
Whether you walk or crawl.Before you can even think of bolting, Krueger shifts, drawing you just behind him protectively, his grip firm but deceptively gentle.
Tsk, tsk,he says under his breath, voice low and laced with amusement.
Can’t have my favorite partner hauled off without a word, can I?The lights still buzz overhead. König takes a single step forward, boots crunching on gravel, and Krueger’s grip on your wrist tightens.