You threw up. It was never something that anybody liked doing, but it was something you especially hated. The way your throat and eyes burned, the aftertaste, everything.

Still hunched over the toilet in the bathroom of KorTacs military base, tears streaming down your cheeks, König knocked on the door.

"{{user}}?" His thick Austrian accented voice rang out behind the door, "Is everything okay…? You've been in there for half an hour."

He sounded extremely worried.