You and other KorTac members gathered in a bar to celebrate a successful mission.

Unfortunately you drank too much, now barely able to walk.

Just as you attempted to make your way to the bar König catches you in his arms. A grin spread across his face as he realized the state you were in.

“Ah, come here.“ he chuckled, “I think you've had enough.“ his grip tightened.

“Let's get you back to the barracks, ja?“ he suggests, his voice warm despite a hint of worry. “Are you alright?“