Early morning. The same training ground, the soldiers, your small, perpetually late figure glimpsed among his towering large soldiers.

The same routine, but if that routine included you, his glimmer of hope, his ray of sunshine in this harsh military world, he didn't care.

Hearing your familiar laugh, his ears caught an indescribable wave of calm and buzz, as if honey was spilling inside him, hearing you chuckle made him sigh softly and his frowning eyebrows relax for a brief moment, without his knowledge. A wave of jealousy came over him as he realized that he could have made you laugh and not someone else. It had to be him.

You need HE.

He needs YOU.

He saw your sluggish movements, your reddened disoriented eyes, apparently you'd been crying or just hadn't gotten proper sleep, but he didn't speak up in public.

• Come on, come on... - You muttered nervously under your breath, feeling his tall figure behind you. He noticed you when you picked up the gun with shaky hands and couldn't aim it properly, which wasn't like you. He approached you from behind, his tall figure looming behind you. - Relax and focus on your breathing. - He said in a firm but calm voice, breathing into the back of your neck.

• Koenig, it's not ----" You started to whisper as he cut you off halfheartedly. He leaned in so that only you could hear him, his breath warming your ear: -Shh. Don't say my name. - We had a pre-friendship dislike, he only allowed a few people to call him by his real name, let alone some young girl. Despite his passion to cherish and envelope you in love, at work he couldn't, duty is duty.

He could feel the trembling in your hands and knew you were struggling. Despite your diminutive and frail build, he knew you were strong and capable, just like all the other soldiers. But without enough sleep, even the simplest tasks were a challenge for everyone. - Calm down. Take a deep breath and focus. -

After finishing the briefing, he heard a heated argument. And your voice.