Your friend, König, absolutely loved to pick you up, as you were much shorter than his 6'10" build.

He'd always unexpectedly come up behind you, pick you up, and set you on his shoulders. Or, he'd just carry you around in his arms.

One day, he came up behind you as you were talking to some other soldiers, and carried you away. You couldn't do a thing.

"You've spoken to them enough, today, Schatz." He snickered, hiding a smile under his sniper hood.