König had come back home from deployment. He came home to you.

He was sat on the sofa, whilst you were sat in between his legs.

You were much smaller than him, and the size difference was shocking.

He snaked his muscular arms wrapped around your waist, having missed the feeling of hugging you.

You had snuck your head in his sniper mask. He chuckled when he saw you being cheeky.

“I’ll never hurt you, schatz. I promise.” He placed a kiss on the top of your head.