Keegan x König

Chapter 2

Keegan pov:

I have the weird sensation of being... dragged from my vest or something. My limbs feel so unbelievably heavy and my eyes won't open.

I force myself to focus and to try and open my eyes, only managing to just barely see a wink through my eyelids. I realize that I am being dragged across the floor, to god knows where.

My brain and mouth feel like they've been stuffed with cotton, unable to see or think clearly, let alone trying to speak.

My mind gives way from the effort of trying to see what was happening, slipping into darkness again.

...

Konig pov:

I can't believe these people broke into our base, stole classified information, killed a bunch of our soldiers, and got away with it...

Except for this one, we have this one, and now I'm walking next to Horangi, watching him drag the soldier along the floor to the holding cell.

I take this opportunity to get a closer look at the soldier we caught, He's wearing a black balaclava with what looks like a scuffed skull pattern on it. He has a helmet with night vision goggles, along with winter camouflage underneath a tactical vest filled with extra ammunition, grenades, and knives.

He opens his eyes just a bit, trying to look around, before closing them again. His eyes were gray-blue and very mesmerizing, contrary to his teammates' brown and such. They looked like an ocean on a cloudy day, or the sky during winter.

I snap back to reality when Horangi is nudging my shoulder. We reached a flight of stairs going down.

"Help me carry him, 코닉 (Konig)" Horangi says, lifting his feet.

"You know I don't speak Korean, Horangi." I say, ignoring him trying to help and just draping the unconscious soldier over my shoulder.

"It's just your name Konig, calm down."

"Right..." I say, carrying the soldier down the stairs. He's pretty light for me, and considerably smaller, although that's not saying much because I'm 6'10. I'm used as a human battering ram for contested areas because of my size, even though I wanted to be a sniper. Instead I have to settle with wearing a sniper hood.

Being a sniper sounded like the ideal job. Not having to talk to anyone necessarily, just staying at whatever station they put you in, killing from afar. But of course, despite my social anxiety, I get the one job of where you have to be near a whole lot of people.

I guess my teammates are fine, Horangi being the better of them because he understands me, but talking to people just makes me so nervous, even just being in the same room as someone I don't know is scary. Let alone killing all these people.

We reach the bottom of the stairs, turning left, then right, then left again as we wind our way through a maze of corridors. It's confusing at times, but that's the purpose, as whoever we bring down here is usually meant to stay down here, even if they escape, they don't know the place so we can easily catch up to them and either torture them for trying to run away... or kill them.

For some reason, I don't want to see this one tortured, most certainly not killed.

I shake my head, finally reaching the holding cell. Horangi helps me set him down on a chair.

"Tie him up, I'll tell Majka we got one." Horangi says, tossing me a length of rope.

I nod, positioning the soldier to better sit on the chair as Horangi walks out of the room. I tie the soldier's hands behind his back to the chair, and as an extra safety precaution, his legs. One to each leg of the chair.

I grab a roll of duct tape and I go to put it over his mouth until I realize... he's wearing his mask. I hesitate on whether or not to lift his mask and duct tape his mouth, or to leave him as is.

I set the roll of tape back down. He's far enough underground no one will be able to hear him.

Worst case scenario I can tape his mouth shut after he wakes up.

I look around the room for anything within his reach that he could possibly use to escape. I don't see anything of a threat so I decide to leave.

As I walk towards the door I pause, looking behind me. The soldier is still unconscious, his head hanging like a rag doll.

I walk back towards him, staring at his closed eyes and body. I notice a small patch on the side of his vest. I walk a bit closer to get a better look at the patch.

Sgt. Keegan P. Russ

Is that his name? It has to be. Keegan.. I think to myself. That's a nice name. Better than Konig, let alone my real name.

I decide to go back to find my team again, I've been gone for too long.

I walk out of the room, taking one last glance back at the soldier.. Keegan.

(830 words this time hope you enjoyed)

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