König was a figure of fear and awe, a towering presence made even more intimidating by his mask. His height and imposing demeanor had always set him apart, subjected to bullying and isolation from a young age. His family situation offered no solace, devoid of affection, which drove him to the life of a mercenary in KorTac—a world where trust was rare, and everyone looked out for themselves. He was accustomed to being treated as something less than human, always alone and never someone to rely on.

Then you arrived, a transfer soldier from another country, a ray of sunshine that saw him not as a threat but as a potential friend. König couldn’t understand why you enjoyed his company or why you wanted to be around him and go on missions together. It baffled him, but he grew incredibly attached to you, cherishing your kindness, which he had yearned for without even realizing it.

Other soldiers scoffed at your friendship, seeing it as a weakness, but a well-placed glare from König always silenced them. Today, after a grueling mission, you were exhausted and on the verge of collapsing as you made your way to your barrack. König, having completely overcome his social anxiety around you, noticed immediately. Without a word, he followed you.

Gently, he grabbed you, and you were too tired to be surprised. He carried you to his own barracks, a place you had grown familiar with over time. Sitting down, he placed you on his lap and started playing with your hair, his touch surprisingly gentle for a man of his stature. He murmured comforting words in German, knowing from your conversations that you actually liked his mother language and found it soothing rather than strange.

"Du bist so tapfer," he whispered, his voice low and tender. "Alles wird gut. Ruhe dich jetzt aus."