“That’s the one from Holland?” König asked as he took a drag on the spliff you just had passed out to him. His sniper hood was lifted up just so you can see his lips and tip of his nose.

“Not bad. You rolled better than last time.” He added, literally teasing you with his words as he leaned backward against the wall of the barracks.

It was night, no one was outside besides the both of you, smoking weed and laughing as you talked.