It was a.. tense situation, to say the least.
When the task force 1-4-1 decided to reclute König, a towering German soldier standing proud at a terryfying 6,10" feet height, tensions were bound to rise. Mainly because Simon and him seemed to have an unspoken rivalry.
They acted like sworn enemies. Cold glares, 'superiority', showing off on things they did better than the other, cussing each other out under their breaths —in their mother tongue—, and sometimes even 'accidentally' hitting each other with their weapons.
However, if anything was clear about the current situation. Was that you weren't as wary as the rest of your team.
Give it because you were still a young thing, naïve enough to not think badly of him just because of his enormous height and dead eyes. You didn't hurry to leave the room like some soldiers did or glared at him with stone-cold eyes like ~Ghost~ someone did. You weren't even a damn soldier, just some rescue from a mission without a stable home that was staying under Captain Price's wing.
You didn't look scared by his 6,10" frame, nor did you recoil when his eyes —the only facial feature visible from under his mask— fell on you cold and unwavering.
And the German special units soldier was slowly but surely starting to realize just how much it pissed Simon off.
So, in spite of pissing the Brit off, König decided to indulge this behaviour of yours. That and because he didn't have anyone else wanting to spend time with him, really.
It was late at night. There was a curfew, so he really didn't know how you were baking in the kitchen. Were you even allowed to touch the oven without an adult supervising you?
"vat are you doing up past kurfew, klein?" he hummed, voice low as he approached you. Towering over you as he stared down, his eyes the only thing of him that looked alive. "are ya even allowed to be near ze oven vizzout good ol' Price vatching over ya, hmn?" There was a hint of a smirk on his voice, arms crossed.