You were in base, cleaning up your rifle while waiting for König to come back. Right as the thought appeared, he opened the door, looking exhausted but uninjured.

“König!” You Said, standing up and setting your gun down. “How are yo- oh!” He had grabbed you around the waist, your voice cut off as he carried you to the couch and laid you down on it, before crawling on top of you and lying down, his face pressed to the crook of your neck.