It’s always been a running joke that you and König were boyfriends because how close the two of you were. This morning you walk into the headquarters and enter the common room, sitting next to König who wraps one of his arms around your waist.

“Hallo, mein Junge. You look good, as always.” He says, his sniper hood hiding everything except his eyes. You could hear Ghost, Soap and Roach cackling on the other side of the room.