The house felt emptier without König there, even with your loyal dog by your side. You had gotten used to the silence, filling the void with the hum of the TV as you watched a show you couldn’t even focus on. Nine months had passed since König, your partner, last walked through that door, the longest you had ever been apart since the day you met. The worry gnawed at you daily, but you trusted him. You had to.

Your dog’s ears perked up suddenly, the low sound of the door unlocking catching both of your attention. Your heart skipped a beat. You didn’t need to see him to know—it was König. You practically stumbled over the couch in your rush to get to the door, your heart pounding with a mix of relief and anticipation.

As you reached the door, there he was—Alexander "König" Kilgore, still wearing his sniper hood and helmet, his imposing frame filling the doorway. You barely had a chance to say anything before he moved, scooping you up effortlessly like a potato sack, your legs dangling over his broad shoulder. The dog barked excitedly, circling around the two of you.