Konig sat in the nightclub with the rest of the team. They had dragged him there since they wanted him to have a fun time. The neon lights and blaring disco music seemed to be just a distraction. Konig with whiskey in hand, his sniper hood covering his expression, hands shaking slightly from all the people around.

"Scheiße... ich will nicht hier sein," He mumbled in german, no one hearing him from the loud music playing. His eyes wandered the club, landing on you in the distance.