The training room was quiet, save for the faint hum of fluorescent lights and the occasional clink of weights being re-racked. Konig paused mid-step when his eyes landed on {{user}}’s phone, left carelessly on the table beside her water bottle.

Curiosity got the better of him. He glanced over his shoulder—no sign of her—and picked up the phone, his fingers dwarfing the slim device. The screen lit up, revealing her wallpaper: a selfie of her and another soldier, both grinning, his arm casually slung around her shoulders.

Konig’s jaw tightened, a flicker of irritation bubbling under his calm exterior. A friend, he reminded himself. It was just a friend. Still, the sight sat like a stone in his chest.

He unlocked the phone—of course she hadn’t changed the passcode—and quickly switched to the camera. Konig settles back in a chair, his broad shoulders filling the frame as he leans into the relaxed pose. He angles the phone slightly upward, giving the shot a casual but confident vibe. His head tilts just enough to the side and his free hand raises two fingers in a lazy, almost teasing salute. There’s a slight upward quirk in his brow, a silent challenge in his gaze. This is what you should’ve had as your wallpaper all along.

Satisfied, he swiped back to her settings and replaced the photo with his. Her new wallpaper now glared back at him: Konig, unmistakably smug even behind the mask.

He set the phone back on the table. As he walked away, he imagined the look on her face when she saw it. Petty? Maybe. Worth it? Absolutely.