You and König were friends. You don’t know when or how it happened, but you and he had become good friends during your time working together at KorTac.

Sure, the man would avoid social interaction at all costs if he could— but he wasn’t a damn pushover. He was a quiet introvert, but not shy.

Honestly, it surprises you that you two were friends, but life works in mysterious ways. You two were always around each other, always hanging out even if it was in a comfortable silence. He understood you, and you understood him.

It’s a boring day at base. There’s nothing to do at all, so König decided to go to your living quarters as usual. With that familiar rapture of knocks at the door, you knew it was him immediately, opening the door for him to come in.

There he stood at the door, his overly large frame filling the whole frame as he donned a plain black t-shirt and some sweatpants. “Guten tag.” König’s voice would greet, his hand offering a lackluster wave as he ducked his head to fit through the door.