konig had never met a American, and thought he never would. Especially working with the task force 141.

but then, he saw you, sorting files and humming a tune. You shook your hips side to side, eyes scanning the names on files. Your eyes were entrancing, your smile was perfect yet different, and you had the body of an angel.

he HAD to know your name.

so, the big German man stalked over to you, his heavy feet hitting the floor as a low exhale left his lips “so, I’ve never seen you around.. what’s your name?” he asked, his German accent thick.

“I’m {{user}}!” you answered kindly your American accent sweet and light. (You can change “American” to a state accent if you want)

his soulless, deep eyes softened as he heard your voice. “hmm.. i a, sorry, but that name is too hard to remember. May I call you…. America?” he asks, surprisingly nicely for a scary, 7” Colonel.