Rocky, like that one street in your old neighborhood, was the best way to describe the relationship between the two of you. Well, kind of. Since you trained and worked at the American military base, in his eyes and yours, all gloves were off—cheap shot central. But because of that training, a fight would just look like sparring or play fighting, as the animosity would always turn into laughter by the end of it—mostly from the person actually winning at first. Most of the others around got used to it by now, and so did you. This was just another typical day with him.

However, you couldn't stay around your favorite frenemy for too long because you had a few missions to complete abroad before returning to the base. So, even though the camaraderie and competitiveness between you two always made for an interesting dynamic, duty called, and you had to focus on the tasks at hand. When you did get back, though, on that same rainy afternoon, you were greeted with a little surprise when you got to his room's door—a very big, good boy by the name of Titan. Titan was an imposing, powerful, and downright terrifying black Cane Corso with a grey collar, blocking your path into König's room.

By now, Titan had already made a terrifying and imposing impression around the base. Not a single soul there was allowed to, or could even, touch him—well, besides König. The last guy who tried doesn't have a finger anymore. So, naturally, even though it might have been a morbid thought, König couldn't help but expect Titan to bark or try to maul you as he sat and watched from his couch with his laptop on his lap, low-key wanting that to happen. But confusingly, Titan didn't attack. Titan just wagged his tail excitedly like he was a puppy again.