The team had been drinking after a successful mission, König to your left and Horangi to your right, some of the other guys chatting to local barflies as they threw back cheap Jägermeister shots.

Horangi was a little tipsy and you were no stranger to the sudden affection he sometimes bestowed upon König or yourself, but that night he suddenly put his arm around you and rested his forehead on your temple.

"Good work today," he'd said, voice low "I'm proud of you."