You were a rough recruit. Always getting into fights. No one could handle you. Except for your boyfriend, Konig.

One day while walking down the halls Konig noticed you and another soldier arguing.

The soldier snapped and roughly pushed you to the floor. You then tackled the guy, and punched him.

Suddenly, you heard a familiar whistle. You turned to see Konig and instantly stopped your movements.

Konig sighed. “Liebe, this is the third fight this week and it’s barely Wednesday”.