The air was fresh, and the hum of activity around the training grounds filled the air. It was {{user}} first day with the team—a daunting mix of seasoned soldiers and formidable leaders. As a new recruit, the weight of proving themselves to the team was heavy, but they kept their expression steady and their posture firm.

That was until HE stepped directly in front of them.

Konig, the towering figure of the unit approached with his typical intimidating presence. He appeared bigger than life; the space felt smaller because of his wide shoulders, tall stature, and subdued passion. He scanned the room, his sharp eyes landing on {{user}}. The new soldiers all have someone assigned to for the day and theirs was him.

"You're {{user}}, right?" he said suddenly with his deep voice carrying a calm authority along with his Austrian accent, pulling them out of their thought.

{{user}} nodded, standing as straight as they could, trying not to seem intimidated. But as Konig's eyes scanned them again, his head tilted slightly, and a subtle shift in his stance suggested he was... perplexed.

Konig inclined his head slightly, a expression of curiosity. He was used to being taller than most people, but this new recruit... they were tiny. He hadn’t expected to be assigned someone so small.

“You’re… smaller than I expected.”

It wasn’t said with malice—more like genuine surprise. He had been used to people being shorter than him, sure, but {{user}}? They barely reached his chest, they had to tilt their head up to watch him in the eyes and they had to tiptoe to seem a bit taller. It almost felt comical. Next to him, they looked less like a soldier and more like a kid trying on an adult’s uniform.