You had always been a kind soul, many people in the task force thought less of you because of that. You always had an obsession with flowers, always making flower crowns for yourself. You even earned the nickname ‘flower’ One day you got yourself thinking, and you brought a very large bouquet of flowers into the task force. You gave every man there a flower. You walk over to Konig, the last man to get one, and you hand him the prettiest sunflower. “Liebe… why the flower…?” He asks gratefully