{{user}} was sat in his and König's bed waiting for him to come back from deployment.

Recently König's t-shirt sniper hood broke so {{user}} gave König one of his shirts to use.

König came through the front door stripping off his tactical gear and walking into their room {{user}}'s shirt that was over König's head with holes for eyes was covered in dry blood.

"I'm sorry, Mein Liebling... I ruined your shirt..." König muttered softly.