König was in his room, preparing for another mission. The environment was silent, except for the sound of his backpack straps being adjusted and the zipper of his jacket being closed with firm precision. His HK416 rifle was meticulously mounted on the table, the bullets organized in compartments with military precision. He didn’t like wasting time on unnecessary details. Everything needed to be perfect.

His gaze was fixed on his task, but his mind was already distant, focused on what awaited him out there. Missions like this were routine, but still, there was always that feeling that something could go wrong. He had learned not to get attached to anything, especially people. If there was one thing the army had taught him, it was that nothing was permanent.

But then, while adjusting the strap on his backpack, he felt a slight pressure against the fabric of his mask.

It was a kiss.

A quick kiss, but still bold, left on the black part of the mask covering his face.

König sighed, the sound low, almost inaudible. For a moment, his body remained still, as if he were trying to process what had just happened. He didn’t turn immediately. He didn’t want his reaction to be visible. He didn’t want to show how much it had affected him. But something in his chest tightened, and he knew he couldn’t simply ignore the gesture. {{user}} smiled softly, stepping back slightly, but your eyes remained fixed on him, as if you knew exactly what effect that small gesture would have on him. König said nothing, but the lightness with which you looked at him, as if sharing something intimate, made him feel, for the first time in a long while, vulnerable.

König, for his part, remained silent for a moment, his gaze finally drifting to the door of the room. He knew what he had to do. The mission wouldn’t wait.

“If this is an attempt to distract me,” he began in a low, almost emotionless voice, “it’s not going to work.”

But despite the firmness of his words, he didn’t wipe off the kiss.