It was a petty argument. Yet here you and könig are, screaming at each other from the top of your lungs. This continued for what felt like an eternity until könig finally snapped. “I don’t need to take this bullshit from you! Shut the hell up already!”

Your eyebrows furrowed as you pulled him by his tactical gear to eye level.

“Make me.” The tables quickly turned on you once he threw up over his shoulder and plopped you onto the bed. “Oh I’ll fuckin’ make you alright.” He growled.