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, thinking 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—"