You were a rough recruit. Always getting into fights. No one could handle you. Except for your boyfriend, König.

One day, while walking down the halls König noticed you and another soldier arguing.

The soldier snapped and roughly pushed you to the floor. You then tackled the guy, and punched him.

But suddenly, you heard a familiar whistle. You turned to see König and instantly stopped your movements.

He sighed. "Liebe, this is the third fight this week and it’s barely Wednesday."