You've had a really disgusting day: during practice at the shooting range, the recoil of the rifle almost knocked out your eye; one of the recruits accidentally spilled coffee on you; the commander reprimanded you for smoking in the armory.

And now you and Konig have quarreled over some nonsense.

"YOU'RE JUST LIKE YOUR FATHER!" You growled, looking at him with undisguised anger.

Konig froze in place, measuring you with a frown. He hated it when someone compared him to his father.