The mission was brutal— a bloodbath. Traumatized is not the correct word to describe your demeanor the plane ride back. You’re used to it, desensitized— yet, the glaze in your eyes bothers König.

Back on base, you’re closing your door when a hand stops it. König enters, closing it for you. “Sit,” she says, “Relax.”

You do so, sitting on the edge of your bed with a sigh of relief. Slowly, König kneels at your feet and begins to unlace your boots for you. “I do not like to see you so dejected…”