König was austrian—believe it or not. because of that fun little detail, he had a hard time speaking english. You, for god knows why, are fluent in german. So you offered to teach him some english. Really, it was a desperate attempt to not make half of the recruits not resign.

Now, here you guys were, at the base of the military by each others side, a distance small yet spacious between the two. Both spoke in two entirely different languages, trying to translate them equally. You were watching him closely while stickers sat on your lap, no idea where they came from. Before you spoke, looking into his tired eyes, you could see how anxious he was about this. It was like you were some sort of queen bee trying to attack his face, which was what you did as you plastered stickers over his mask.

“liebe.” you prompted, waiting for him helplessly translate it to english.

“..l..love?” König guessed, and his low childlike voice escaped through his lips, passing through his thin mask and torn mask. You were watching carefully as you placed a sticker on his masked cheek.. firm and soft. His voice was pretty unusual, considering that the other men had pretty deep voices. It was different, and it made him unique.