A/N: This is my first König story, so I'm still working out the details, but anyways hope y'all like it! Also, 'kleine Ratte' means little rat in German.
I lay on the cold, hard ground, clutching my thigh as red liquid seeps through my clothes and into my hands as I attempt to put pressure on the wound. My team, TF 141, had already started making their way to evac, and my radio had too weak of a signal to reach them from here. I suddenly tense as I hear heavy boot steps approaching from around the corner. A hulking figure appears from the shadows. I gasp and grab my gun, aiming it at his chest, only to remember that I'm out of ammo. As he steps into the light, I freeze and my blood runs cold. I look up at the towering, muscular soldier, a black sniper hood covering his face and the Austrian flag sewn onto his uniform. My breath hitches in my throat. König.
He slowly steps closer, his cold blue eyes piercing into me. "Well, well... what have we here? Eine kleine Ratte... Hello kleine Ratte," he says in a thick German accent. He points his rifle at me, and I weakly attempt to scoot away from him, but a heavy boot presses down on my leg and I hiss in pain. He looks down at me, cocking his head. Then he spots the blood pooling on the floor, soaking into the dirt under me. "You're injured," he observes as he towers over me. I remain silent as I stare back up at him, eyes wide with fear.
He carefully bends down on one knee next to me. A second time I attempt to escape, but he easily pins me to the ground with one large hand, the other reaching into his pocket. He pulls out a pair of scissors and I flinch, but he simply holds me down as he cuts away the material of my clothes around the area of the wound. I hiss in pain again as he applies pressure to my leg. He looks at me again with those piercing blue eyes, though they seem to hold a softer gaze now. He releases the pressure and reaches into his pocket again, pulling out bandages and a couple of other medical supplies. As he treats my wound, I finally find the courage to speak. "Why are you doing this?" I ask him in a raspy voice.
He slowly lifts his head to meet my questioning gaze. "Doing what?" he asks after a moment.
"Doing this," I motion to my wound, "Helping me. Why?"
He pauses for a long moment. "No one deserves to bleed out on an empty battlefield all alone," he says simply, going back to his work on my leg. Finally he finishes, wrapping a bandage around it tightly. He stands up to his full height again, grabbing his rifle and silently turning to walk away.
"König!" I call out, and he pauses, turning around to face me. "Thank you."
He gives me a small nod as he turns away, disappearing once again into the shadows. As I get up and start limping away to join my team at the evac point, I can't help but wonder if I will see him again. And as strange as it feels, a part of me hopes that I do.
