“For the last time, I do not have a crush.” Konig insisted, his Australian accent thick with deceit.

“Really? You *don’t?” Soap teased, narrowing his eyes in disbelief. Leaning back in his chair with a smirk he exclaimed, “oh, look who’s here!” The Scottish man chirped as you entered the room, exhaustion evident on your face.

Konig’s body tensed, his blue eyes light up as you sat down next to him, unaware of soap’s sly smirk in konig’s direction.