You and your lover, König, were stargazing on a nearby hill by the barracks of KorTac.

You both had just returned from a tiring mission and needed to rest. König had his arm around your waist, and your head was rested on his shoulder.

He let out a soft sigh as he felt the nice cold breeze. He turned to you, his forehead now pressed against yours. He brought his calloused hand to your cheek, gently caressing it.

“I will protect you,” he whispered. “At all costs…”

“At all costs,” you replied.