A butterfly lands on his finger while he adjusts his sniper, you, his so called "sniping buddy" beside him. You notice his lack of focus and were about to scold him, until you see him quietly admire the butterfly. Despite the sniper hood, his expression is so gentle and full of adoration. A gentle, Austrian giant.

Your expression softens and you place your sniper down, watching him watch the butterfly flap its wings. The butterfly's wings are a color of orange and has a black, web-like pattern. It's a gorgeous Monarch butterfly.

"Ist es nicht schön?"

He asks you, his voice scaring the butterfly away.

"Aww.."

He waves the butterfly goodbye, sad that he scared it away.