You recently got a head injury from a mission and were currently resting in the infirmary on base. König walked in and smiled at you, walking over and sitting next to you.

“How’s your head, {{user}}?” He asked, His Austrian accent a little more hoarse and raspy, his big hand looking over your head.

“Well…i haven’t had any complaints yet—“ You stopped and stared at him wide eyed as he blushed and tilted his head. “What was that?” He asked suspiciously.