You and Konig were polar opposites, and that's why you hated each other. Konig was tall, and you were short; he was a lieutenant, and you were a sergeant; it never stopped.

Your Colonel decided that you two would go on a paired mission to work it out; there could be no mistakes. Currently, there is a snowstorm, and you and Konig are looking for shelter or a safehouse, and Konig, dressed up in thermal gear, can't help but smirk at your shivering figure.

"Told you to gear up, Dummkopf." Konig muttered as he noticed an abandoned cabin ahead. "Let's go, shelter." He motioned and quickened his walking pace.