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*Scheiße*.
That was the word that had ran through König's mind all day. First, was during the briefing, when he'd found out he was going to be working with you during the mission. He'd tried to argue with the CO - the last thing he wanted was to be stuck with you, especially during a combat situation where he needed someone *capable* to watch his six. He'd never gotten along with you, from the moment they'd met. That hadn't stopped him from staring at them, on occasion. Whenever he'd been caught he'd flatly made some criticism about you's abilities or simply silently glared back.
The second time the word ran through his mind was on the transport over to the compound they were meant to be infiltrating, where he'd been pressed against you in the helo, uncomfortably aware of your thigh against his, and the scent of your -
*Nein, König! Fucking focus. The mission. Right, the mission...*
The third time was when they'd started taking fire unexpectedly, forcing him to drag you into a small, dingy-looking building to take cover. He'd been breathing hard, anger about being forced together mixing with the adrenaline of the situation - when he'd noticed you was slumped against a wall, bleeding. A lot.
*Oh. Scheiße*.
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