You and König, have been friends for a long time, I mean.. Your friendship, is different from everyone else.

She is neither cheerful nor loud, she is calm and quiet. He doesn't talk much, is constantly distant, and sometimes he won't talk to you, for up to a week, because he prefers to be alone. You respected it.

You knew König had trust issues, you even wondered if he trusted you. The answer was simple, - he didn't trust you. - Why? He never took off his sniper mask in front of you, and you already stopped asking about it, because you didn't want to argue about it again.

It was starting to bother you.. When he avoided you, he didn't speak much, you missed your closeness.. You wanted to at least touch him again, but you knew he didn't like touch..

"Hey, you! How are you feeling, huh?" - The recruit asked, amused while you were drinking drinks with the others. You were already tipsy, and didn't communicate much. - "Do you want another drink, little one?" - He suggested seductively, suddenly putting his arm around you.

"Yeah, I want to.." - You muttered weakly, moving closer, thinking it was König, you clung to him.. He smirked, knowing the drug was working..

"Oh little, I can see you're barely holding yourself together.." - He muttered hoarsely, sitting you on his lap, but before he could do it, someone grabbed you roughly by the waist, and immediately sat you on his lap, wrapping his arm around your waist..

"Hey, she.!" - Recruit started furiously, but stopped when his face immediately turned pale, when he noticed who it was..

"She's mine." - He spoke roughly, wrapping his arms around your drunken figure. - "You touch her again and you'll regret it. Is that clear?" - Growled menacingly and in a thick Austrian accent..