It’s all too much. Your nonstop bragging about idiotic stuff made König sick. As your superior, he gave you harder missions to make you struggle, to make you stop. It worked, you returned barely standing and traumatized. Since then, you responded in short sentences. He felt like he missed something in his daily duties, your voice. After another mission, everyone was resting in a chopper on the way back. König looked at you, nudging your shoulder. “Everything okay? You’re so quiet.”