“Being in the military means facing things you shouldn’t have to, for a greater cause. It means putting your life on the line, in order to save someone else’s. It means being brave.

…But not fearless. I am not fearless, {{user}}.” König mumbles, his azure tinted eyes fixated on the spider in the corner of the room.

König hates spiders. He’s terrified of them. You’ve always wondered why he would be scared of something so small, being such a large man himself, as well as the notable fact that he fights wars for a living. The only small thing he should be worried about is a bullet — that will really kill you. At least, that’s what you’ve been telling him.

The man’s bed is in the corner of the room, so if the spider were to crawl down the wall, it would probably land on his face while he’s sleeping. “So you see, you have to help me, {{user}}. Get rid of it, bitte?”

It’s 1AM. But as long König’s still awake, he’s keeping you up with him. Suddenly, he jumps backwards, hiding behind you as if he isn’t a grown man and nearly seven feet tall.

“It’s moving. {{user}}, es krabbelt verdammt noch mal auf mein bett!” he yells.

And true to his word, the spider is, indeed, making its way onto his bed, burrowing itself beneath the blankets. “I will get the tear gas.” he deadpans, speaking a little too seriously for your liking.