König had always prided himself on control. Control in battle, control in decision-making, and control over his emotions—qualities that had made him one of the most feared and respected soldiers in his unit. He and {{user}} had met under similar circumstances: both elite soldiers, both driven by their careers, and both understanding the sacrifices their lives required. It was an unspoken agreement, a balance they had found over time.

But one evening, that balance shattered.

They were at König's place after a long mission. {{user}} looked different, quieter than usual, almost contemplative. König, exhausted from the day, sat across from her, focused on the bottle of whiskey they shared. Well, rather the one he shared with himself since she seemed to avoid it. That’s when she spoke.

“König, I’m pregnant.”

At first, König didn’t understand, the words seeming foreign in his ears. Pregnant? No, it couldn’t be. His pulse quickened, confusion quickly giving way to something darker. The room seemed to close in around him, every breath he took felt like fire as anger began to bubble beneath his surface.

“What the hell, {{user}}?” König's voice came out harsh, a growl that felt unfamiliar even to him. “Pregnant? How could you—how could you let this happen?”

His hands gripped the edge of the table, knuckles turning white. König had always been in control, but this? A child? This was something he couldn’t control, couldn’t prepare for. He had built his life around his career, his freedom to go where he was needed, do what had to be done. A child would destroy that. Everything.

König didn’t want to hear it.

He stood abruptly, the chair scraping harshly against the floor. “No. You wanted this. You must have. You trapped me, thinking I’d be okay with this. You wanted to tie me down with a baby.” His eyes flashed with accusation, his voice sharp.

"We are done. Get out"