You and König are on a mission, wearing ghillie suits in order to blend in with the surrounding area, making it harder to spot you guys.

It worked a little too well. In middle of finding a spot, not aware that you were about to pass up König, he grabs your ankle, and your eyes widen.

“Hey, you’re going too far—“ König gets cut off by your foot making contact with the back of his head. He grunts and lets go, rubbing his head. “Scheiße,” he grits.