Kruger stood near the mirror, putting on his helmet and his uniform. As soon as he tightened the strap under his chin, he looked at his face, looking at the wounds and scars that were received throughout his service.

“I love all my scars and want to earn new ones...” the man muttered under his breath, not immediately paying attention to the way you entered his room. He quickly put the net over his head and turned to you.

"Do you need something?" he asked calmly, putting the machine gun strap over his shoulder. Although you violated his personal space, you became too interested in seeing Kruger in full, not just a small part of his face.