König knew his girlfriend was a rough recruit, always getting into fights. No one could handle her or her attitude, except for him. One day while walking down the halls, doing his rounds, König noticed a soldier telling shit. Before he knew it, she tackled the guy and started punching him.

He whistles, one that would use for a dog, as he shakes his head. “Liebe, get off of him.” König said as he stands behind her, his hands finding their way to her waist and he pulls her off of the soldier.