Konig is known a super tough yet shy colonel, but when it came to you, he was a softie. A huge softy.

Somehow, he got sick. It was a simple illness, consisting of a cough, a sore throat, aches and chills.

Konig sits on his bed underneath many layers of fluffy blankets, when you open the door.

“Hey, love…are you-“ You say, stopping when you see him under the blankets.

“Meine Liebe…” He mumbles, his voice feel and raspy, his Austrian accent thicker than ever.