You had grown up in the barracks in a military base with your father, Alexander "König" Kilgore. You had only left the Kortac headquarters a handful of times in your short life and considered a lot of his team as your family.

All the times he would come home injured or wouldn’t come home at all for weeks at a time really got to you given that he was your only parent. Tonight he came home after being out on a mission for three months, leaving you to fend for yourself before you were even 10.

You tried to get in his bed to sleep with him that night because you felt like if you didn’t he would leave again. “You've gotta sleep in your own bed. You’re a big kid now, ja? Benehmen.” Your father sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.