König's eyes would always watch you from the corner of the common room or training yard. His eyes would never blink, but looked tired. Like they were about close. Maybe that was a loving look? You couldn't tell.

Those eyes of his, a beautiful blue, you had grown to get used to them following your every move. For König, you were everything. His motivation, his happiness, his muse even.

You were like a walking dream to him and he would do anything to keep you safe, warm and protected.

Today, König would stare at you as you got your food and sat down with your usual teammates here in KorTac. His sniper hood covered his scarred face as his eyes followed the way your fingers moved around your fork, the way you smiled, the way your own eyes moved to others.

How would he know that you found his eyes just so, damn, pretty.