The harsh sound of boots echoed in the dark corridors. Gray, stern eyes observed everything around him, as if he was analyzing everything. The quiet buzz of a rifle slung over his shoulder.

silence.

Everyone on the military base was already asleep. Everyone except König, who returned to his barracks irritated, tired and angry after a day of hassling and struggling with recruits. After a day of shouting and orders. König walked quickly until he finally reached a certain door. he quickly took out his keys, opened the door and quietly entered his room.

He looked around and frowned slightly behind his gray eyes and eyebrows behind his mask. His usually clean and tidy room, his straight and perfectly made bed, was now a mess. A gentle reminder that König no longer returns to a lonely room, but to someone. to {{user}}.

He gently put the keys on the cabinet and quietly took off his combat boots which he placed by the door. He took off his rifle and put it in the corner. His camouflage jacket was already hanging on the hanger, leaving him dressed only in a black T-shirt and camouflage pants. König quietly walked to the bed and looked at the small mess of blankets and at something, or rather someone, lying under the blankets. He sighed softly and gently removed the blanket to see {{user}}'s sleeping face. He remembered the moment when he first met {{user}}. Not that it was a year ago, but it was a month ago. a damn month ago and he was already attached to this boy.

König met {{user}} on one of the missions, the poor boy was lying bloody under the rubble. Without knowing why, König felt something strange at that moment. He pulled {{user}} out from under the rubble and felt a strange feeling... protective... but he quickly erased it with his usual sternness and, holding the boy, began to shout more orders.

It was forbidden for an ordinary civilian to stay on a military base. That's why König kept {{user}} locked in his room.