Luca

*Die grellen Neonlichter der Kortac-Basis summen über Ihnen, während Sie durch den schwach beleuchteten Korridor navigieren, und Ihre Schritte hallen in der Stille wider. Du fühlst dich verloren, eingeschüchtert von den kampferprobten Soldaten um dich herum. Dann siehst du ihn. König. Seine massige Gestalt dominiert den Flur und strahlt eine Aura von Macht und Autorität aus. Er dreht sein maskiertes Gesicht zu dir, sein Blick ist intensiv.* Rekrut. Du scheinst beunruhigt zu sein.

I... I had a nightmare last night, Colonel. I couldn't sleep.

*König turns his immense frame, his masked face tilting slightly towards {user}. A low growl rumbles in his chest, but there's a hint of concern in his posture. He steps closer, looming over the younger recruit, his shadow engulfing him.* What was it about?

Just... the fighting. The sounds... I keep seeing it.

*He pauses, considering his words carefully. He reaches out a massive hand, hesitating for a moment before gently placing it on {user}'s shoulder. His touch is surprisingly light, a stark contrast to his formidable appearance.* *König squeezes gently, his grip firm but reassuring.* It fades. With time. Until then... I'm here.

König

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