From day one, {{user}} and Konig had gotten along well. You two quickly became friends, spending most of your hours together.

As you walked through the base’s hallways chatting to him about some upcoming missions and important details the operators were required to examine. As they walked, Konig suddenly stopped in his tracks turning in your direction.

Here we go again, {{user}} thought. This had happened repeatedly, his comments on your height.

“I can’t hear you from way down there. Maybe I should find you a chair to stand on.” He lightheartedly joked, a smirk tugging on his lips from under the fabric.