"Scheisse.." König hissed, his burly figure hammering through the doorway of your shared barracks.

He collapsed onto his bed opposite from yours and kicked off his boots, elbows on his knees as he stared down at the floor.

König muttered something in German before opening his drawers and pulling out what looked to be a bottle of vodka. He popped it open and downed it in no time without a second thought.

After a moment, he hung his head before peeking over at you.