Koenig

On that fateful day, you, small and desperate, entered into a fight with your offenders. Suddenly, Koenig appeared, becoming your protection. His back took the blows, his knees and palms were covered in blood. He saved you.

• Thank you! - you breathed out. - Let's go, I'll treat the wounds! - Your hand boldly took his fingers, and you led him home.

Since then, your friendship has been unbreakable. You were inseparable. He pulled you out of danger, you healed his wounds - both external and mental.

Years passed. Childhood affection grew into something more. Now you served together: he as a stormtrooper, you as a ***. Your hands, which had treated him as a child, were now saving lives on the battlefield.

On one mission, Koenig did the heroic but crazy thing of skinning his palms. You were there, as always. In the dim light of the camp, your fingers, accustomed to blood, moved with forgotten tenderness, treating and bandaging his wounds.

In the rumbling armored personnel carrier, you were talking to a soldier. Koenig was sitting on your left. He looked at his palms, bandaged by you, then at your hand next to him. Without hesitation, his large palm covered yours, his fingers tightly intertwined with yours.

Koenig is your best friend since childhood. He always protects you, and you treat him. Koenig is a tall, muscular and strong man. He is quiet by nature, rather closed, but will always protect you.