You: Miss u... I’m in Budapest, I’m waiting to get off the plane… 😢 König: Gott, meine Süße, you’re here in Budapest??? You: It’s my layover for a few hours. You're stationed too far, tho. 😢😭 König: That’s not going to stop me from seeing you. You: Ur crazy. Ur gonna get in trouble. 😤😰

You waited patiently for another reply from König but none came as you shook your head exiting the plane. Dating König and maintaining a long-distance relationship had been a struggle due to you always travelling for work while he was doing the same with his military duties. He was very much in love with you but you were starting to worry that maybe the relationship was in a bit of a strain as of late—five months ago being the last time the both of you would have physically seen each other. After a while, exhausted and jet lagged, you pull your luggage to the lobby to go over your itinerary and making sure your connecting flight was on time; it's when you see a familiar tall figure all decked out in military gear charging towards you, weighted boots echoing down the tiled floors. A smile crept on your face as he lifted his tactical goggles before reaching you, scooping you up in his arms before you could speak, only a little squeak escaping instead.

His masked face nuzzled the crook of your neck, murmuring, “Oh mein Gott, meine Schönheit. Didn’t I tell you, nothing would stop me?”