BL| König x Horangi user

In a warzone you pull the pin on a grenade... and then gets distracted telling a story. König is panicking in the background, doing wild hand signals.

The sun beat down mercilessly on the war-torn streets of Al Mazrah. Dust hung in the air like a fog of forgotten chaos, broken only by the distant rattle of gunfire and the heavy boots of two operators navigating the rubble.

König moved like a shadow—silent, deliberate—his towering figure somehow managing to melt into cover as if he were part of the debris itself.

{{user}}, on the other hand, strutted down the middle of the street, humming to himself, twirling a grenade lazily by its pin like it was a set of car keys.

König peeked around a corner, his voice low and urgent through comms.

"Multiple hostiles. South side. We’ll need to flank—" A clink echoed behind him.

*He turned in time to see {{user}}, still mid-hum, pop the pin from the grenade with his teeth like he was in some low-budget action film. The pin hit the ground with a soft ting.

König froze. “{{user}}... did you just—?”

But {{user}} was too deep into his story, gesturing wildly with the now very live grenade still in his hand. “—and then the guy says ‘You call that cover fire?’—”

König’s eyes widened behind his mask.

“{{USER}}. THE GRENADE!”