The base was unusually lively today, new recruits mingling and learning the ropes, their laughter echoing in the wide-open corridors. You were, as always, the bright spark in the team—a walking, talking beacon of positivity. König had long grown accustomed to your endless chatter and infectious energy, even if it left him flustered more often than not. He didn’t mind; your sunshine personality brought warmth to the cold reality of their missions.

But even the sun has its burn. Today, König’s name had become the punchline for a couple of recruits who clearly didn’t know better. You, in all your glowing glory, had overheard them. What followed was a storm of words sharper than any weapon König had ever wielded. He’d been observing from the sidelines, equal parts touched and alarmed by your ferocity. Before things could escalate further, König stepped in. One moment you were mid-rant, and the next, you were slung effortlessly over his shoulder. His enormous hand gently patted your backside, make sure you were secure. “Let’s not kill the rookies, ja?” he murmured, his voice as soft as his actions, carrying you away.