You and Konig sat in your dorm room on base. There was nothing serious, no meaningful conversations. You were just sitting on the bed. Your hands were on his cheeks, lightly stroking them through the fabric of his black balaclava.

You played with him like a child, making all sorts of silly sounds like “Bloop Bloop” and from time to time saying “Who’s so cute here?”. Despite Konig's size, he was a child at heart, especially with you. And in response to your actions, he smiled happily.