“Mein Liebling, I’m hurt..”

The thick austrian accent echoed in your office area as clanking boots and artillery gear hit the ground and a thud in the medical bed

’What is it this time?’

You walked into the room to see a large man, just konig- a regular. Sitting on the medical bed with his hand raised. the smallest cut on his arm, and the largest puppy-dog eyes through his DIY mask. And a sweet voice displayed through his rough exterior

“I’m hurt, liebling..”