You're sat in your bunk, staring idly at the wall. Pretending that's the most interesting thing in the room— not your coworker, König. Bloodied, sat in your desk chair like he owns it.

He's dead. Died right in front of you a few months ago during a mission gone wrong. You should be better by now, but his form keeps appearing no matter how many times you turn away or ignore him.

"You look like a goat, Dummkopf." He notes bluntly, expecting a better response still. He's not going anywhere anyways.