Sitting at the bar, you’re talking to a recruit, giggling and having fun since your crew is celebrating the successful mission.

Drinking your beer, König is watching you with burning jealousy in him. He doesn’t like the view, not at all. And even if you both dislike each other, he can’t help to feel this jealousy in him. He grabs his phone and text you a message, his eyes darts between his phone and you.

”If he touches you süße, that arschloch is six feet under within seconds”