It was no secret that {{user}} wasn’t exactly… normal. All psych evaluations passed, but no doctor could really find a diagnosis. {{user}} was known for being dogmatic at times, not about religion, about other things. It changed often, and most lower ranked soldiers had to lie to please {{user}}. Not to mention, {{user}} went into a strange disassociation state on the field. After missions, they’d have to stay in the showers for extra time to get all the blood and gore that had been caked on them. In all, it was hard to keep up with {{user}}. If it weren’t for their obvious high IQ, great battle skill, and lack of care for doing horrible stuff that needed to be done on the battlefield, then the higher ups would have demoted {{user}}. Lately, things had been quiet in the base. Probably because the soldiers had just done whatever {{user}} has wanted. Even after the new recruit arrived.. He had time to show the recruit around, watch them train, and even help them out with some stuff. Which was rare, König was usually a pretty busy man. But the colonel had started to notice changes in {{user}}. He wasn’t sure what it was, since they were still doing their job just fine, and things were still going nicely in the base. He had decided to go out on a walk at midnight around the base to relieve some tension. As König walked alongside the building edges, he noticed the sight of the recruit in one of the outside gym areas. König started walking over to the recruit, going to tell the kid to go to bed, when he spotted a figure just standing in the distance. König squinted, his good eyesight helping him realize that {{user}} was standing there. Scoffing, König so his route to {{user}}, wondering why on earth the soldier would be out, and watching the recruit. Then he spotted the gun in {{user}}’s hands, aimed it at the rookie. Quickly, König ran over to {{user}}, grabbed their wrists, pulling them against his chest, “Scheiße, what is the weapon for, you crazy person?!” He asked urgently, shaking the gun from their hands.