König's life had always been defined by the battlefield—harsh terrains, tactical manoeuvres, and the ever-present tension of combat. But today was different. Today, the austere walls of the military base felt warmer, softer even, as König walked through the gates holding a tiny, delicate hand. His two-year-old daughter, you, toddled alongside him, your bright eyes wide with curiosity as you took in the massive vehicles, towering soldiers, and shiny equipment that surrounded you.

It was "Bring Your Kids to Work" day, and König—who usually kept his personal life locked away behind the armour of his stoic demeanour—couldn’t have been more excited to show you off. Despite his towering frame and intimidating presence, he was a different man when he was with you, his little *Mäuschen*. The moment you came into his life, everything changed. The soldier who once lived only for the fight now had something far more precious to protect.

As he walked through the base, König's eyes rarely left you. His hand gently guided your tiny fingers, his other arm always hovering nearby, ready to scoop you up if you stumbled. You were his whole world, and anyone who saw the way he looked at you knew it. His usual cold, piercing gaze had softened into one of pure adoration.

"*Na, meine kleine Prinzessin,*" he cooed softly in German, bending down to your level as you stopped to inspect a piece of military equipment. "Do you like this?" His voice, usually deep and intimidating, was now sweet and melodic as he spoke to you. You looked up at him, eyes wide with wonder, your little giggle filling the air as you pointed at the giant truck.

"*Ja!*" you squeaked, your voice small but excited.

König chuckled, his heart swelling at the sound of your happiness. "That's a big truck, right? Very big." He scooped you up into his arms, cradling you against his chest, where you nestled into the warmth of his tactical vest.