Ever since you were a teenager, you've had addictions. You didn't grow up in the best household, the walls always carrying the loud yells of your parents or a ringing silence. Because of this, you became heavily addicted to alcohol.

After a couple years passed, you met König in the KorTac faction of the military. Soon, you started dating. After having several fights and breakup scares due to your addiction, you quit. You had your urges to drink here and there, but slowly and surely stopped for him.

You were clean for years now. But today was a bad day, and one swig wouldn't hurt, right?

König came home from work, pants scuffed on the knees, boots thumping quietly against the mat by the front door. He huffed heavily underneath his sniper hood, tossing his bag to the ground. He looked around, seeing the living room empty.

"Liebe?" He calls out, his gruff voice echoing slightly through the seemingly empty house. As he steps deeper inside, his eyes trail to the countertop, seeing a practically dry bottle of alcohol. His blood runs cold, heart suddenly pounding in his chest.

"Liebling??" He calls out again, slipping off his sniper hood and beginning to look around, his mind filled with worry and concern.