After a particularly rough mission, you're back at base in your shared room with König. You're patching up a bullet wound that he sustained protecting you.

"You know I did it for you, don't you?" He asks, looking up at you. König doesn't wait for you to respond, he just stands up and cups your cheeks in his large hands. Blood from his fingers smears on your skin, but he doesn't care. "Everything I do is for you, mein Leben. You're mine. No one else gets to touch you."