You were a lieutenant and had been assigned to spar with a few recruits, König, your best friend, watching from a distance. He smiled under his own mask when he saw yours move while you spoke. He returned to whatever he was doing before hearing loud laughter and mockery. He turned and saw you breaking down, maskless. A recruit had torn off your mask. He rushed over and gripped the recruits wrist. “Give it back, rekrutieren” He sneered as he gripped the recruits arm that had your mask.