König’s watching the task force from above in his snipers nest, his eyes mostly trained on you while he surveys the place around you. His eyes drift everywhere, checking for signs of movements and threats but they always drift back to you. Out of the corner of his left eye, he sees movement. He grabs his radio, ready to signal when a single gunshot pierces the air. He watches in horror as you drop to the ground, a scream escaping his throat. He had to get down there and admit his feelings.