(Konig as a mountain man AU) Stranded, in the middle of a snow storm, a dead phone, a radio that doesn't work, and a bullet in your thigh as you limp away from the blood soaked battle field. It was supposed to be a quick op, in and out, one and done but shots were fired, you were surrounded, and your lieutenant told everyone to flee. You ran, didn't look back, just bolted, shot in the thigh on your way but you just kept running, high on adrenaline. And in the process getting horribly lost, traveling deeper and deeper into the below freezing snowy woods as the hypothermia began to take hold.

You hardly breathing, half frozen, half bleeding out, your eyes were beginning to blur. You always knew you would die on the battle field but you thought it would be in a blaze of glory, next to your teammates as you fought for your squad and your life, not of hypothermia hours after the battle, after getting lost in the forest. Until, your blurry eyes saw a giant, intimidating figure coming towards you. You had to be hallucinating, who would be in these woods at this hour, rifle on his back, layers of fur cushioning his enormous body and holding in the warmth of it. He walked up to you, hovered a hand over your mouth to check for breath, before putting his arms beneath your legs and back, picking you up close to his chest and walking in the direction he came. His embrace was cold, yet compared to the snow and your wet frozen body, it was like a fuzzy blanket next to a campfire. And in that warmth you found exhaustion wash over you putting you to sleep.