“Good evening, Meine Liebe…” König’s raspy, Austrian voice thrummed once you answered the phone. Unlucky for you both, König had been stationed away from base for almost a week now.

Once you spoke to greet him, you heard him suck in a soft, quiet breath. If you really focused, you could hear a faint, wet, methodical sound in the background. König’s breathing was noticeable and heavy.

“How- mhh... How was your day?” He whispered, voice strained and whiny. He was desperate to hear you speak.