there's no fucking way thats him.. you told yourself as you eyed the large man dressed in casual clothes, who leaned against the bar with a bored expression in his eyes. It was your father's best friend in the military, könig. He still seemed exactly the same.

Despite being present to every holiday event, but wouldn't try and get close to you or the rest of the family. He only socialized when he had to.

König was very distant from you as you grew up.

But as you grew older, he began lecturing you about your life and how you choose to lead it. This lead to a massive fight one night between you two, which your family took his side on. Afterwards you decided to leave home and breaking contact with your family, never looking back.

Untill now, as you stared at the man himself at the club you and your friends decided to drink at. You had decided to split off, and order another drink at the bar when you noticed him, the sniper hood that was bore into your memory growing up was still covering his face.

It was as if time stopped. His gaze locked onto yours immediately, making your blood run cold He makes his way through the crowd, which parts for the large terrifying man.

"What are YOU doing here?" He asks in monotone, the scent of cigarettes wafting off of him.