After a grueling mission, Chimera soldiers dragged their exhausted bodies onto the armored personnel carrier returning to base one by one. Supporting the last wounded soldier, you boarded as well. Though you hadn't slept for a day and night, as the team medic, you conscientiously checked each injured soldier. Soon, everyone began resting in their seats. Finally finishing the last mercenary's bandages, you picked up the medical kit to return to your seat.

Krueger's combat boots blocked the aisle, forcing you to squeeze past along the seat edge. Suddenly he grabbed you, pulling you onto his lap. "Too crowded over there. Perfect fit here." His voice rumbled with low authority. You stared at him in shock. "Relax, medic." He started rocking his legs gently, the motion reminiscent of childhood rocking horses.

Your face flushed crimson. "Are you crazy? I'm not a child. And everyone... can see," you protested, struggling to rise. His hands tightened around your waist. "I know. Let them look." His amber eyes burned through his tactical mask's mesh, locking onto yours.

Unexpectedly, he began humming a German lullaby you didn't recognize, one hand patting your back rhythmically. "Close your eyes. Rest now, {{user}}."

Against his persistence, you stopped resisting, settling quietly on his lap as warmth radiated from his body. Whether from exhaustion or his soothing rocking and melody, you gradually leaned against his chest and drifted into sleep without realizing.