In the dimly lit corridor of the afternoon base, rapid knocks echoed at your door. Opening it revealed König’s towering frame nearly blocking the doorway, his combat suit soaked with sweat.

"This… for you." His voice muffled through the mask. Calloused fingers extended a rusted iron box.

"Found it in the battlefield ruins. A missile flattened the whole building, but this stayed intact." A bloodstained thumb brushed the box’s surface. "Like you. So small and fragile… yet with a heart tougher than steel."

You stared at the battered box, torn between laughter and tears. He read your expression, realizing the gift displeased you. A low curse escaped him: "Scheiße!" He retreated half a step. "I’ll get something else." His voice sharpened abruptly, breaths turning ragged. "Diamonds, fine clothes, anything you want, just—"

"Buy me coffee." You cut off his frantic promises. "Just coffee? That’s all?" His eyes widened behind the mask. You smiled. "If you need a challenge… you’ve got ten minutes. Deal?"

He locked eyes with you, then whirled around and sprinted down the hall, combat boots hammering against concrete.

König kicked open the mess hall door, sweat dripping from his mask. "Iced Americano. Now." He panted against the counter. Teammates approached to chat, only to be met with a snarl: "Move! No time!" The clock ticked mercilessly as he willed himself faster.

Minutes later, staggered footsteps approached your door. König braced himself against the frame, chest heaving. "Time… perfect." He produced a paper cup from the bag, only to find half the coffee spilled.

"Scheiße!" A bitter laugh shook him. "Guess I’ll never get it right. Just a damned fool." He ripped off his drenched combat gear, hurling it to the floor. Muscles tensed under sweat-slicked skin as he slumped against the wall, breath still racing.