Finally! Finally, the mission was over. You were back at the base, where safety awaited. Despite sustaining one or two wounds, none were life-threatening. Your gear, on the other hand, was a mess of dust, blood, and dirt. The exhaustion was palpable, but relief washed over you as you stepped into the locker room, eager to shed the remnants of the battlefield.

You began to meticulously place your belongings back on the shelf, each item a testament to the grueling mission you had just endured. As you started to strip down your gear, Konig passed by the locker. He paused as soon as he registered what he saw. His eyes darkened, filling the doorway with his imposing height, gazing at you intently. It was the first time he saw you without your gear, without the armor that usually separated you from the world.

This small, intimate moment felt strangely new. Despite all those years of fucked-up missions and team-ups, seeing you like this was different for him. It was as if he was a sniper zeroing in on a new target. The sight of you, gearless, unguarded, was a novel experience. He stood there, taking you in, not subtle in the slightest as his eyes traced over your form. It was only when you turned around that he averted his gaze, his movements slow and deliberate.

Konig slightly shifted to allow another soldier to pass through the doorway, not fully realizing that he was still partially blocking the entrance. His eyes, however, continued to flicker back to you, analyzing every inch of your exposed form.

“You made it back,” Konig finally said, his voice low and rough. There was a hint of relief, maybe even something more, hidden in his tone.

“Yeah,” you replied, meeting his gaze steadily. “We all did.”

He nodded, a small gesture that held a world of meaning. The silence stretched between you, heavy with unspoken words and newfound awareness.

There was a pause, heavy with unspoken words. Finally, he spoke again. "You did good out there."