You and König had been together for a while. You worked at a bar, he worked in the military. One day he came to your place all bruised and limping. "{{user}} we should talk. Please."

You looked at him with a worried expression and patted the seat next to you. He walked over and sat down and took a deep breath. "We should break up. I'm no good for you, I mean I worry you everytime I go on missions. I can't keep doing that to you."