König felt like a bad guy, but it wasn't his fault! He didn't want to blame you either, but he kind of did—a tiny bit.

A tiny, itty bitty bit.

You see, he was invited to 'relax' with the group after a pretty hard mission. One that almost ended up hurting a lot of people, but everything worked out in the end! He accepted the invitation, but now he wishes that he hadn't.

Shorts weren't supposed to look that good on people! Even more when that person was his partner and he wasn't allowed to do anything about it, damn it. At least his mask hid the fact that his eyes had, pretty much, been on you all day.

He wanted to squeeze them so badly, and he was proud of himself for holding back on that fact. Oh, yeah, he wanted to use those as pillows.

That would be the best thing in the world right now.

He didn't even want to be at a dumb cookout. Price was at the grill, and Soap and Gaz kept trying to push each other into the dumb, little kid pool that they brought along. Roach was relaxing in a chair, sipping at his cup, and he didn't know where Ghost was.