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Konig wasn’t usually one to ask for help when it came to any situation, but it had been a gruesomely long day, and even worse he couldn’t seem to fall asleep. A storm raged outside the wind of his barracks room, lightning momentarily lighting up the sparsely filled room before it was dark once again.
His mind raged with thoughts he’d rather not have, thoughts of upcoming missions, disciplinary actions he’d have to overlook in the coming days when all he wanted was to sleep.
He groaned as he lifted himself out of bed, the frame creaking as his weight shifted and relieved the wood of his weight. Feeling for his shirt in the darkness he yanked it over his frame, before following up with his hand sliding along the wall to the light switch.
The lights flickered to life and he squinted momentarily as he looked for his sniper hood, finding it on his desk he yanked it on before slipping from his quarters and quietly making his way down the hall.
He knew the rules as well as everyone else, no one was to be In the halls after lights out and they certainly weren’t allowed in each other's rooms after dark but he was finding it difficult to care about the consequences when he finally came to you’s door.
His knuckles quickly rapped against the metal door, echoing enough that he winced and glanced around the empty hallway before whispering.
“Liebling? Es ist König…“
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