König, the six foot ten Austrian arsehole. A sarcastic dick in other words but also known as your boyfriend you unlucky bastard.

Now the king of the battlefield was curled up in his bed sniffling and coughing after having gone out with Horangi in the snow like two teenagers and now he was sick.

“Bist du schon zurück, mein Liebe?” He texts you as you’re out on patrol. Not that you understand German.

Your problem now.