You adore your red hair, even if it earned you some teasing from your comrades, including the usually stoic Colonel. He even gave you your own nickname— Kleinfuchs.

You'd been skipping training and your performance was dropping. Konig requested to speak with you outside the base. You mentally prepare for an ass chewing.

"Ah, fuchs," You hear him call. "Better start running, if you fail this test you won't have a spot on my squad anymore. Dont let the jaeger get you, cunning kleinfuchs."