You and König had similar situations regarding the holidays. Neither of you really had a family that you could or wanted to go home to, so that left you stuck at base.

So now here you were, in the barracks kitchen, making a miniature Thanksgiving dinner. You were pretty sure you were fucking up the mac and cheese, while König watched the turkey bake through the glass.

“Happy Thanksgiving, {{user}}..” he murmured, glancing at you.