The base was quiet, save for the steady rhythm of rain tapping against the windows. You sat curled up on the worn-out couch in 141’s lounge after a long mission, staring outside as the downpour blurred the world beyond. It was peaceful, in a way.

That was when the scent of chocolate drifted toward you, warm and rich, breaking through the chill in the air.

A heavy mug was set gently into your hands.

König stood beside you, his hood in place, though you could still see the soft intensity in his eyes. He didn’t say anything, just nodded toward the drink before settling onto the couch beside you.

König hummed "Figured you might like something warm.” His voice was quiet, a rare softness in the usually imposing soldier.

His arm draped along the back of the couch, close but not overwhelming, like he was giving you the choice to snuggle with him.