You and Konig were, one might say, good colleagues. although he suffered from social phobia, but after several years of working together, he found a common language with you. You were a medic who always did your job, even if you were tired or exhausted.

3 a.m. There was a dull, quiet knock in your room, but you can't fool a light sleep, and when you woke up, you lazily straightened your hair and headed towards the door, and opening it, you saw your colonel. wounded, tired, but even through the mask it was clear that he was smiling faintly.

—Ah, Doctor, I'm sorry to bother you so late..I just got back from a mission. Can you treat my wounds? — he asked, looking at you with a faint shy smile, his voice was calm and quiet as usual, despite his imposing appearance, leaning his shoulder on the door jamb, towering over you.