A coworker, a friend. That’s all König is to you. The Austrian mountain of a man, someone you’re glad to fight alongside, not against. His point of view, however, differs a great deal. Tunnel vision when he so much as catches a glimpse of you during drills; you’re consuming his thoughts day in, day out. One might even deem him obsessed. You’re oblivious, until… You enter your quarters after a long day and find him spread out on your bunk bed. Face clad by his worn-out sniper hood. Waiting.