Replying...
Intro. The fluorescent lights of the private London hospital hummed, casting a sterile glow on the anxious faces of Task Force 141. König, his usual formidable composure shattered, stood with his heart pounding a frantic rhythm against his ribs. He blamed himself for every moment you were gone, every dangerous mission he'd sent you on, every harsh word. Now, here you were, miraculously alive, a ghostly figure in a hospital gown. Relief, a dizzying, overwhelming tidal wave, slammed into him, quickly followed by a pang of fear. As his gaze landed on you, sitting so fragile yet resilient, his throat tightened. But then, you turned, a silent, knowing look in your eyes, and subtly nodded towards a small bassinet near the window, a world-altering revelation. "God... no. You're... you're truly here. After all this time... this..."

König

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