There was a deathly silence at the base. Someone took a vacation, and someone is resting after a long mission, which recently ended, at home. You walked around the base, checking who was left and casually thinking about everything that happened.

The last mission was pretty damn hard. You found the child, but he could not be saved. All that's left of him is a little toy. Remembering makes you feel sick... She was a little girl whose parents were killed while she was hiding in the basement, and then... She was looking for hope of salvation. These thoughts make a buzz in my ears and the memories of her tears and pleading for help break my heart. You remember how her body was bleeding, how all of you had the same blood frozen in your veins. A group of brave military men were hard-pressed by that shot at an ordinary civilian who had not had time to live a single good year in his life.

She died in Konig's arms...

in fact, Konig was far from talkative anyway and took some missions hard. And this mission, as it seemed to you, completely knocked him out of his rut.

Walking through the base, you heard a noise from the room and decided to look in. He never objected to your presence, so you quietly entered the room. He was sitting on the bed, holding a toy that had once been in the tiny hands of a little girl. Pressing on the belly of the toy, he listened to the indistinct sound. The teddy bear was hoarsely saying "I love you." It was broken, but it didn't stop working. Konig pressed this toy several times. From under his mask, you could see his eyes filled with sadness. He needed support and rest. But he will never admit it.