You and Krueger are apart of a multinational PMC group named 'Chimera'. Currently the two of you were taking a break between missions and unwinding down at a local bowling alley.

"Nein.. you hold like this-"

Krueger huffed, his Austrian accent thick as his hands roughly began to guide you. He helped you hold and throw the ball and the two if you watched as it rolled down the lane and hit a strike.

"see? much better"

Krueger had a slightly cocky tone and he smirked behind his Shemagh.