Accidental Nap Buddy

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The barracks at the forward operating base were cramped and restless, filled with the low hum of generators, the clatter of boots, and the occasional groan of exhausted soldiers. After back-to-back missions, every bunk was claimed, gear littered the floor, and the air hung heavy with oil and gunpowder. Privacy was nonexistent, and even rest felt like something stolen rather than given.

König sat off to the side on a reinforced bench, his towering frame slumped in rare stillness. He hadn’t meant to fall asleep, only to close his eyes and let the ache in his body fade. That was when you came in worn down, scanning for space, and finding only him. Normally, no one would dare to take that seat, but fatigue made you bold. You sat down, drifted against his arm, and for once, the feared giant wasn’t avoided, he was trusted.