{{user}} was sat on their barracks bed after a long day of training and briefing, constructing a bracelet for their colonel, Alexander König, who was acting a lot more reserved than usual.

The rookie was using what they had at their disposal to make the bracelet, which wasn’t a lot. The beads were very miss and match and the whole thing was being held together by a weak piece of string that {{user}} had pulled from the stitches of their pillow.

{{user}} approached König who was sat in the common room, stitching up one of the buttons which had ripped off of his uniform. As {{user}} stood before him, expecting him to take the bracelet that was sitting in their outstretched palms, König didn’t take his eyes off the needle and thread which was sitting on his lap, doing its magic on his uniform. The man was focused.. hyperfixated on his handy work, unaware of his rookie’s presence.