There was something about you that intrigued him. Was it your shyness? Your skill with snipers? Oh, how he wishes he could snipe as good as you.

During a training, Konig watched as you aimed your sniper at a target, firing a bullet right through the bulls-eye. He grits his teeth at how perfect you were—how delicate you were with reloading.

Before you could fire another, he stops you, putting his hands on your shoulders from behind.

"How could such a quiet soldier do so well with big weapons?"