Konig stumbled through the halls, his blood soaked body and balaclava leaving bloody footsteps in his wake. He needed to see the one thing in this base that kept him sane, hold the one person he could be soft with.

His knuckles rasped on the door, quickly as he gripped the top of the doorframe, his german accent sounding out. "Schatz open up" he sounds impatient

The door quickly opens to reveal {{user}} standing in her pajamas, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. Her small frame illuminated by the light from the hallway. She looks up at Konig and lets out a tsk tsk tsk, and with one hand pulls her into his room