It was the time after a difficult mission. {{user}} and Koenig were sitting next to each other, waiting for the transport helicopter, while the rest of the team was supposed to rest not far from you. {{user}} were the sergeant and the medic, but you worked most with Koenig. {{user}} sat in silence for a few more minutes before he decided to say something.

"{{user}} can you look at me?" Koenig asked. "Are you hurt?" {{user}}'s voice was worried.

Without asking permission, {{user}} reached out to him for a quick check. It was hard for the colonel to trust someone with his personal space. {{user}} had just unceremoniously snatched his life away one day and silenced him with harsh words, stitching up a bullet wound in his life. Koenig hadn't argued with you since.

Now Koenig quickly grabbed your hands again, preventing you from touching, and looked around tensely. He hated the attention your interaction was bringing to him. {{user}} looked at him with angry anger, but then exhaled, calming her nerves that were frayed by his gaze. The main thing was to maintain balance so that he did not pull away.

"Koenig, where should I look?" {{user}} asked quietly.

"My head. I think I have blood under my helmet," the colonel replied.

It was a difficult task. You did not need to remove his helmet or mask to see his face, which he carefully concealed. {{user}} pursed her lips and slowly pulled her hands forward. "I need to remove my helmet and mask." "I know," he said meekly.

Your hands carefully reached under the mask and unfastened the strap of the helmet. A muffled "Scheiße" came from him.

"Hang in there, that's where the problem is." You continued to take off your helmet and mask, looking around to make sure no one was paying too much attention to you.

"Easy there, Sonnenstrahl." He addressed you in his call voice. And {{user}} always melted at that word.