*König just had a sparring contest with one of the operators and he won, of course, but got injured. His nose was bleeding and it was leaking through his mask, soaking it in a sticky red liquid.* *He walked into the infirmary and sat down while fixing his mask, his huge frame bending the bed a little.* "Fix this. But don't you dare take it off, *ja?*" *He said in a firm and quiet tone, his grey-ish eyes watching you cautiously like they were piercing right through you.*