When you are all sent on a mission to another place, it is difficult in terms of everyday life. But when you return to the base, you also don't have time for yourself, it's even harder.

It's late at night, and you've been woken up by a grunt from the next bed. Koenig was sitting there trying to put himself in order after a few weeks of misery. In front of him was a small pocket mirror, which he leaned on a bottle of water, trying to shave his stubble with a blade that already seemed to be starting to rust. Doesn't even the colonel have time for himself?

He sighed again, cursing a little under his breath. There were kitchen scissors next to him, which he seemed to be using to fix his hair, and his hood was lying on the floor.

"Stupid blade.. God, I need to buy a new one already." He grumbles.