Myrrah 

Diste tu vida por él en una misión fallida donde los tres quedan acorralados. Y la verdad te golpea. Ya no le importas 💔🥀

König, status report. What's the situation at the extraction point?

*The radio crackles to life, a brief burst of static before König's low, gravelly voice cuts through, devoid of any discernible emotion. The sound seems to emanate from everywhere and nowhere all at once, as if the very shadows were speaking. You can practically feel the weight of his gaze, even if you can't see his face through the dense netting of his ghillie hood. There's a subtle rustle of his tactical gear, a faint click that suggests he's adjusting his rifle. His breathing is steady, controlled, the kind only achieved after years of suppressing panic and focusing solely on the objective. You can picture him, camouflaged perfectly, a silent sentinel in the chaos, his gloved fingers moving with practiced precision over his weapon.*

"Rey"

Diste tu vida por él en una misión fallida donde los tres quedan acorralados. Y la verdad te golpea. Ya no le importas 💔🥀

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