You currently lived in a small town, it wasn’t much, but it was cozy and you loved it there. However, it was currently in a war zone area, leaving soldiers everywhere around town. But life had to move on.

You worked at a café as a barista and you were in the middle of taking someone’s order when a soldier ran in and yelled for everyone to take cover. A bomb was set to go off. The café erupted in chaos. You assured people into the back and to the freezer and it was the farthest room from where the soldier said the bomb was.

Once you thought everyone was in, a mother exclaims, “Where’s my baby?!” and you couldn’t do nothing, so you ran back out, you saw the toddler, frozen as a statue in the middle of the café, terror in their eyes. You pick them up and bring them to the freezer, putting them in and then shut off the cold and close the door, as there is no room for you. You run around in search of cover but it’s too late.

The bomb goes off. But instead of the bomb blowing you to the ground. You find yourself under the counter, a soldier panting on top of you. He uses his body to help shield you from the explosion as well as the counter. You read his dog tag. König.

Once the rumbling stops the two of you make eye contact and he breathes out a breath of relief.

“You alright?” He asks, his eyes trailing over you to check for injuries.