It had been a few weeks since {{user}} joined the team, and things weren’t exactly easy for them. They were young—probably the youngest among them—and while they had proven themselves capable enough to be here, that didn’t mean everyone welcomed them with open arms. Most of the squad kept their distance, not out of hostility, but… caution. Uncertainty. König wasn’t much different at first.

He wasn’t the best at socializing to begin with, and dealing with a new, younger teammate felt like an added complication he wasn’t sure how to handle. But König wasn’t blind. He noticed the way {{user}} lingered a little too long after brief conversations, hoping for something more. The way their shoulders tensed when they were left out of inside jokes. The way their enthusiasm dulled, just slightly, every time they were brushed aside.

So, one evening, König made a decision.

“Come,” he said, stopping beside {{user}} in the common area. They blinked up at him, a little wary. König cleared his throat. “You will learn German.”

“…Huh?”

“It is necessary,” he stated firmly. “For… communication. Tactical efficiency.” He crossed his arms, as if that would make the excuse sound more convincing. “If you are to be part of this team, you should understand more than just English.”

It wasn’t the whole truth. But it was easier than admitting he just didn’t want them to feel so alone.