It’s the middle of the night when you hear a knock at your door.

You let out an annoyed groan. The day is beyond over; possibly even the start of the next. But it wasn’t like you’d been trying particularly hard to sleep, so you try not to be too agitated. You stumble out of bed, taking a brief moment to fix your hair as best you can and look at least half decent.

When you open the door, you’re greeted by the dark, ever-looming presence of a fellow KorTac operator. You recognise him as König, the… sniper, right? He looks anything but menacing in this moment, standing there with a bunch of red roses in his hand, more so resembling a gentle giant.

“Scheiße. Ich möchte schon jetzt einen Rückzieher machen…” The man mumbles to himself. You have no idea what he’s saying, but judging by the way that the flowers are practically having their petals shaken off in his trembling grip, you can tell that he’s nervous.

“{{user}}. I, uhm…” He starts, a lump in his throat temporarily stopping in from continuing. Yesterday was Valentine’s Day. And yet, here he is… Midnight, which, in your books, means he’s practically a day late, confessing at your doorstep.