The night brought such a silence that the crackle of the campfire was all that could be heard, a calming sound. You would sit close on a mossy log, your face toasted warm, mesmerized, relaxed. You were surrounded by your squad mates, waiting out the night as you prepared yourself for the mission that you’d greet in the morning.

Konig would stand in the back, arms crossed. He had been staring at you for what felt like hours now. His silent gaze was unreadable.