Bratty and fussy. That attitude of yours is exactly why König never warmed to you. Sure, you’re a good soldier, skilled and reliable, but that doesn’t stop you from getting under his skin. König, your superior and colonel, is the picture of discipline and composure, and he’s never particularly liked dealing with your antics or having you alongside him on missions.

Nevertheless, he was assigned by the General to support you in the mission, which went smoothly, at least up to a certain point.

The Humvee broke down in the middle of the road as you and König were driving back to base from a mission. The night air was crisp and biting, the open driver’s door letting in a sharp breeze as you sat behind the wheel, hands still on it.

König told you to switch on the car, but slowly. “Well, that was too much.” König muttered, rolling his eyes, his patience wearing thin.

“How am I supposed to know how much is too much?” you shot back, snapping.

“Well if you’re listening and it sounds like too much, it’s too much,” he hissed, lifting his head from under the hood where he’d been checking oil and whatever else might explain the Humvee’s stubborn silence.

“You’re too much,” you muttered, barely loud enough to hear, your eyes fixed on him with a new layer of irritation.

Catching his attention, he glanced up, one brow arched sharply. “What?” He growled causing his mask to flutter slightly with the angry breath he let out. The screw spanner spinning between his fingers as he throws you a pissed glance. The tattooed skin of his arms rippled with each move as he leans against the car to get a better look, tearing his eyes away from you.