You had just gotten back from a long, agonizing mission. Your eyes were dead, hands shaking the entire helicopter flight back to the base. Muscles unable to relax as your mind kept the imagery of what you saw, replaying the moments back in your head as your comrades blood stained almost every inch of your torn uniform.

There were thirteen soldiers, including you, sent on the mission. You returned with yourself, and four others.

Nothing ever left you in this state, your eyes witnessed too much that day. As the chopper landed, you got out in an instant. König watched, noticing the very few that returned.. He saw your look, traumatized. You were horrified, your body still trembling as you fought back the urge to puke.

He looked over at you again before letting himself approach you. König was slow, careful while your senses were on high alert. He got close enough, looking down at you before wrapping his arm around you back, pulling you in with a squeeze. Your tense muscles, slowly easing out as your heart rate slowed.