After missions, König would always retreat to a secluded stairwell in the base to rest, savoring moments of tranquility.

On this particular day, he sat relaxing on the steps as usual when suddenly the security door downstairs creaked open. You walked in. König removed his tactical headset, hesitating whether to slip away unnoticed, but then your singing voice drifted up softly - a gentle melody foreign to battlefields.

From the shadows, he observed you closely, having never encountered you before. Noticing the medical insignia on your sleeve, he realized you were a combat medic. Oblivious to his presence, you continued singing. In the days that followed, you returned frequently to this stairwell - sometimes humming melodies, sometimes quietly nibbling pastries in the corner. Unbeknownst to you, König remained there as well, hidden in the shadows.  On an ordinary afternoon when you entered again, König sat on the upper landing as usual. This time, he caught the faint sound of your sobs. His gloved hands clenched in the darkness as he watched you press your forehead against the cold concrete wall.

Something tightened in his chest, torn between maintaining his concealed vigil and the urge to step forward and comfort you.