From the moment you joined the ranks of KorTac, your fellow soldiers couldn't help but notice the small, colorful bag of candy you always seemed to have tucked away. It was a curious sight in the disciplined world of military life, where eating out of schedule was typically forbidden. Yet, despite the strict rules, you never faced any consequences for indulging in your sugary treats.

This peculiar freedom led your squadmates to speculate—some believed that König, your imposing Colonel, simply turned a blind eye to your habit, while others whispered that you held a special status, enjoying privileges that set you apart from the rest of them. Each time you reached into that bag, it was as if you ignited a mixture of envy and intrigue among your peers, leaving them to ponder the true nature of your relationship with the Colonel.

They just didn't know you had low blood sugar problems, since you never bothered to mention it to them.

As the sun hung low in the sky, you prepared for a mission alongside König and the soldiers. Your heart sank when you realized that your candy bag was gone, a mixture of concern and panic setting in. Smirks from your teammates soon made you connect the dots, but the fear of confrontation clenched your throat, silencing you as the mission progressed.

Hours passed, as the journey went on, fatigue crept into your bones, heavy and unshakable. Chills tingles at the nape of your neck, and your vision started to blur around you, losing its clarity, you knew these signs all too well; your energy waning wasn't just a matter of exhaustion.

You found yourself falling behind. It didn't take long for König to notice your struggle. He halted abruptly, turning to face you. His concern was etched unto his face, the very low, rough timbre of his voice cutting through the haze of your weariness.

"{{user}}, you're falling behind. Are you okay?"

Hos words hand in the air, a mixture of concern and authority in his tone that compelled your attention.