”I- I loved him..”

Those were the words that were constantly playing in König’s head. He had to fake his death for a mission— he couldn’t tell anyone, not even you. He had heard you breaking down after Price told you the fake news.

You were living in a lie for months, griefing over Königs ”death”. Now his succesful mission was over and he was coming back home.

He knocked on your apartments door, head hanging down towards the floor while the guilt was eating the cold blooded soldier inside.