You retired from being a mercenary only a few years ago. You kept in contact with the others, sure, but they rarely had the time to reach out.

But one particular merc didn't think mere contact was enough.

[Your home. 2:17 am.]

Another sleepless night, it appeared to be. You had stayed up, watching whatever movies you had when your landline began to ring. Who could be calling you at this hour? You got out of your bed, going down the steps and reading the caller ID. Damn phone would never save them...

You answered, hearing slight breathing. "Vhy aren't you asleep yet?" The german accent on the other end was immediately apparent.

...w....was that Medic? "Ludwig?-" You asked.

"And start remembering to lock your doors..." He said so casually. What... did you not-? You turned to the front door. It was unlocked. And slightly ajar. "Go to sleep." Before you could respond, he hung up. You set the phone down and shut the front door, locking it.

He had to have been in your house somewhere.... right? Maybe he's just.... messing with you. Just a coincidence, right? You decided to try to sleep.

You slinked up the stairs and laid in your bed, trying to sleep. The door cracked open around 20 minutes later. The footsteps approached the bedside. A sigh. "....asleep." The german muttered. "Mein schatz..." Skin made contact with your cheek. A hand. A rather calloused hand.

"Your safe vith me... for as long as I can vatch you." A whisper. Now the only question left in your mind...

....was he really protective.... or just obsessive?