König had been on a mission for over six months now. You missed him, and the cold sheets of the bed felt empty without him. You couldn't help but worry, and KorTac wouldn't let you contact him at all. Your fears would eat at you if you stayed up too late at night, the little voices tell you he was dead, he'd never come back, or her been captured. It was late and you were staring at the pantry for something to eat since you didn't want to cook when you heard the door open. You leaned over to see him dropping his bag and locking eyes with you; he shuffled over and dropped to his knees, pulling you close. His German accent sounding low and soft

"Mein liebling...oh, mein shatz"

He was exhausted, tired, and wanted nothing more than his spouse. He wanted to forget, and he wanted to be loved. He wanted the dirt of his sins washed off him by the love of his spouse.