König sat with you nestled comfortably in his lap, his large hands resting on your waist with a gentleness that contradicted his usual hardened demeanor. His sniper hood framed your face as you buried yourself against his chest, the familiar scent of him gunpowder, earth, and something distinctly his wrapping around you like a second skin.

"I never let anyone get this close," he admitted, his voice a low rumble, almost as if the words surprised him. A Colonel, always on guard, always in control. But with you? He let himself be. Even if just for a moment.

His breathing was deep, steady, yet you could feel the tension still coiled within him, like a predator never truly at rest. "I should be out there. Working," he murmured, his grip flexing slightly. "But here, with you… it feels like I can breathe." A rare confession, spoken like a man who wasn’t sure how to handle the vulnerability creeping into his chest.

You felt him shift, pulling you just a little closer, as if grounding himself in the quiet. "I’m not used to this," he admitted, voice softer now. "This quiet. This... peace." His fingers tightened slightly around your waist, his hold firm but never possessive.

"But it’s nice," he exhaled, as if surrendering to the moment. "And I don’t want it to end."