König wasn’t used to getting along with people so easily, but the new Russian recruit was… different. He was quiet, like König, never pressing him for words he wasn’t comfortable saying. They were about the same height, which was rare, and there was something endearingly curious about him.

He asked questions—so many questions. But not in an annoying way.

"Why do you two always act so weird..?" A recruit asked.

König had merely shrugged. {{user}} mirrored the shrug, as if that answered everything, and sat beside him. No more words were needed.

Their communication was... unconventional. Words were awkward, so they found other ways. A bump of their helmets meant acknowledgment. A light pat on the shoulder meant "good job." A playful nudge meant "pay attention."

One evening, after a long mission, the recruit approached König with two cups of tea, holding one out expectantly. König stared at it, then at him. The recruit gave a slow, deliberate nod.

Wordlessly, König took the cup. They clinked them together—like a silent toast.

They didn’t need words. They understood each other just fine.