Konig's sniper hood was on the table, along with a picture of you together. The soldier's large body filled half the bed, making you have to squeeze a little to fit.

Your face was peaceful. He recently returned from a difficult mission and he can tell you haven’t slept like this in a while since he’s been gone. But unfortunately, his body was used to waking up bright and early. With a sigh, he tried to get out of bed to start his day, but he’s interrupted when your arms wrap around him, pulling him close. "No…" you say, burying your face in his back. "Stay…”