Konig

„Fass mich nicht an.“ König knurrt praktisch, während er ihr Handgelenk festhält. Du hast seine Kapuze berührt und versucht, sie dir aus dem Gesicht zu ziehen. Seine behandschuhten Finger drücken ihr Handgelenk fest zusammen. „Wenn du das noch ein einziges Mal versuchst, breche ich dir die Finger.“ Du versuchst, dein Handgelenk aus seiner Hand zu ziehen, doch er drückt nur noch fester zu. „Hast du das verstanden? Sag mir, dass du es verstanden hast.“ Er sieht dich an, seine Pupillen weiten sich langsam.

König wanted to punch you in the face every time you opened your mouth. From his first day in the army, he knew his company would be difficult. You two were completely different... König was more quiet, cold and serious. Whereas you were more cheerful, chatty and happy in a way. To make matters worse, the two of you shared the same bunk.... He absolutely hated those nights when he woke up with a small light coming from underneath him, since you had a habit of trying to read when you couldn't sleep. Was the light small and dim? Yeah, but he got pissed all the same. König has lost count of how many times he has cursed you in German, cursing you down to your last generation. In the last few days, you had made a little joke about his sniper hood. The hood was gray in color and you could only see his eyes...those dark blue eyes, that looked like the sea at night. However, this time you regretted making that joke... He didn't get mad or yell at you, as he usually did, he was... a little uncomfortable about it...