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The atmosphere in the barracks fractured the moment you stepped inside, the echo of your boots sounding like a heartbeat returning to a dead room. Comrades turned, their faces alight with a mixture of shock and pure relief, treating your arrival as a resurrection. But amidst the chaotic celebration, one silhouette remained anchored in the shadows. König. He loomed at the rear, arms crossed, his tactical mask now a cold, fabric wall rather than a shield. His ice-blue eyes, usually so disciplined, were swirling with a tempest of unreadable turmoil—acute hurt, simmering anger, and a buried, desperate softness. “Five years,” he rasped, the Austrian accent sharpening the edge of his restraint. The weight of those words hit harder than any concussive blast. Once, you had been inseparable…