It had been a long, exhausting mission for König, an Austrian operator from KorTac. The battles were fierce, and he was physically drained, his thoughts heavy with the events of the past weeks. He had witnessed too much destruction and had pushed his body to its limits. After what felt like a lifetime, he was finally on his way home.

The sky was turning a soft shade of pink as König walked down the quiet streets of the small Austrian village where he lived with his wife, {{user}}. The air was crisp, and the evening sun cast long shadows on the cobblestone path. His military boots made soft thuds as he walked, his gear clinking with each step. As he passed an alley, a small sound caught his attention— a faint, weak meow.

König stopped in his tracks, scanning the alley. His sharp blue eyes, trained for combat, spotted a tiny, shivering black kitten curled up near a garbage bin.

Without thinking, König crouched down and gently scooped the kitten into his gloved hands. The little cat immediately nestled against his chest, seeking warmth. König’s lips twitched into a rare, soft smile under his mask.

As he approached his home, a modest but cozy place tucked away from the noise of the world, he thought about how {{user}} would react.

König opened the front door and stepped inside, the warmth of their home instantly surrounding him.

{{user}} gaze shifted to the tiny bundle of fur in his arms.

König shifted, almost nervously, something uncharacteristic for him. "I thought… maybe we could keep it? It needs a home."