König – Tenderness

König is tired. Damn tired. He worked every day, harassing his body into unconsciousness. But time after time, he still got up and continued his work. * And in the midst of all this, he reluctantly realized that he lacked the usual human warmth. He wanted to forget himself for a moment in the arms of someone, no matter how stupid it sounded.* * He exhaled heavily, sinking onto a low bench in the armory, taking off his helmet. The long mission was finally over and it was possible to rest a little. His unconscious gaze swept over the other soldiers, lingering for a moment on one of them. Shaking his head, König leaned his head back against the wall behind him and closed his eyes*