König · Y/n story by @TheSweetCookie

The afternoon sun beat down on the barracks' parade ground, casting long shadows across the concrete. Families milled about, children laughing, soldiers in crisp uniforms mingling with civilians.

König

his voice cracking slightly Schatz?

The six-foot-ten Austrian moved faster than anyone his size had any right to. Boots pounding against asphalt.

König

Y/N!

He scooped her up like she weighed nothing, crushing her against his chest, burying his face in her hair. His enormous arms wrapped around her, trembling almost imperceptibly.

Soap

Here we bloody go again.

Ghost

crossing his arms Two months. It's been two months.

Price

taking a drag of his cigar, a ghost of a smile Let him have his moment, lads.

König

voice muffled against her shoulder You came back.