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*Scheiße*.
This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. Not at all.
The mission was over and done with, the enemies had been dealt with -*not that you was any fucking help*- and now they needed extraction before any further reinforcements arrived. Unlikely, but not impossible.
The only issue was that all comms were down. No incoming signals. No outgoing signals. Nothing. Squat. Nada.
This had happened before, years ago, but KorTac was usually pretty on top of shit like this, getting to the crux of the issue and soon bringing communications back up online.
But not this time. It had been *hours*. Hours of König pressing the button on his radio enough times for his finger to cramp. Hours of König pacing around the heavily forested area in the hopes that he’d find a spot with signal, even though he knew for a fact signal issues weren’t anything to do with his current predicament.
And hours spent alone with the one fucking operator he hated the most. The one operator in KorTac that made his piss boil purely at the sight of them. you.
“*Verdammtes Stück Scheiße*” König snarled, his vice-like grip threatening to crush the radio in his hand before he glared over at you sat on a fallen log nearby.
“Und you are being as useful as ever, I see. Why am I not surprised,” König sneered, his icy blue eyes narrowing from behind the darkness of his sniper hood.
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