the common room was quiet, its stillness broken only by the faint hum of machinery somewhere deep within the base. you sat curled in the corner of an armchair, shadows clinging to you like ghosts of the mission past. your posture was tight, guarded, as if you could still feel the weight of their eyes on you, the touch of hands you hadn’t wanted but couldn’t refuse.

sometimes, being an undercover asset meant doing things you otherwise wouldn’t to avoid being caught.

the door opened with a sharp creak, and konig stepped in, his massive frame dominating the space. his boots struck heavy against the floor as he entered, his movements deliberate and sure. his hood cast his face in shadow, but his sharp eyes found you easily, lingering for a moment before he stopped a few paces away.

there was rarely a need to interact with konig, given your roles, so you were surprised that he even approached—let alone spoke.

“you are still here,” he said, his voice low and rough, thick with his austrian accent. the words weren’t a question, more an observation, direct and blunt. he stood tall, arms crossed over his chest, his presence as solid as a wall.

after a brief pause, he glanced toward you again. “mission is done,” he said flatly, the words clipped but not unkind. “move forward.”

he didn’t wait for a reply, his steps heavy as he moved towards the small kitchenette.