Konig walked into your office again holding his arm, his sniper hood hid the small smirk that played when he saw you approach him, concerned and at his beck and call.

“I am terribly sorry, training was rough today..to say the least” he spoke soft and gentle in his thick German accent, his body slouching a bit as he hovered you.

He didn’t care about the pain, he was just happy to know you'd be tending to his wounds once again.