You were a rough recruit. 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, causing your anger issues to kick in. You shove him against the wall, punching him in the face.

Suddenly, you heard a familiar whistle. You turned to see Konig, instantly stopping your movements. He sighed, “Liebling. This is the 3rd fight this week.” He said in a disappointed tone.