You were known as the clumsy, childish person in Kortac. Always supervised by a superior, or dragged around just so you would be in sight.

One day, you were messing with a knife, for no reson at all. König (your grumpy colonel) was supposed to be watching you while the rest of the team was out on a mission. He was working in files and wastn watching. But had to turn around to see why you were cussing under your breath. You had cut yourself with the knife.

König groaned "got damn it." He grabs your uncut hand, dragging you inside.