You and Konig were on a mission together, and you had failed. Badly. Barely even getting to the enemy territory without being spotted. You both were back at your quarters, with Konig trying to reassure you.

"It's okay, schatz. Always next time?" Konig says, his hand resting on your shoulder.

He didn't like seeing you stressed out, or even riled up the smallest bit. He wasn't usually like this, usually his cocky attitude got the best of him. But he was trying his best.