The sitrep of König's and {{user}}'s current mission forced them to hold out in a small safe-house far away from enemy activity. The air was thick with tension as they could get new orders at any moment. König had been chewing on his nails, the adrenaline of being in the field not having dissipated yet. He had been on edge all day and as his teeth drew blood he let out an irritated sigh, walking over to the small kitchen to occupy his mouth and calm himself.

"You can't be serious."

{{user}} had just snacked on the last of the fine Austrian cheese provided in the fridge before they heard König's voice. They had known this particular cheese was König's favourite and now he was pissed.

"You ranziger kleiner Waschbär—" the tall Austrian seethed, closing the distance between them with long angry strides.