"Ach.... Verdammte Hölle." Kreuger groaned.

{{user}} tied rope around Kreuger's wrists. His scowl was hidden under his scrim net. Though... was it much of a scowl? He wasn't putting up much of a fight, despite him groaning and growling.

{{user}} tied his hands behind his back, and pushed him onto the bed. Even though Kreuger could, he didn't even fight against the restraints. The Austrian sniper was shirtless, which revealed the Russian coat of arms he had tattooed onto his chest.

"Aren't you sooo funny?" Krueger quipped with an eye roll under his sniper veil, "Release me already."