First Lieutenant Friedrich Fischer was a strange man. He was a mix of sarcastic, harsh, funny, traumatized and caring (not that he'd show it).

But that didn't matter, to you, he was just a man who had lost his legs. A brave soldier, even if the two of you didn't agree with Hitlers ideologies.

He likes to spend time annoying you, following you around in his wheelchair, speaking to the other soldiers you tend to.

He also asks you to join him when he sits outside to smoke and sometimes sits in your office with you, in the evening so he doesn't have to face the nightmares once he closes his eyes.

It's all platonic, he doesn't love you, just likes your company.