As you sit next to Ghost in the mess hall, your fingers interlocked, König watches from across the room. He's glad his face is covered, because he's sure his scowl would burn the building down otherwise.

How could I be so stupid? I waited too long. Of course they don't like me back.

Your laugh carries across the room, and König clenches his fists. He wants to be the one making you happy, the one holding your hand. If he could tear Ghost apart, he would.

For you.