You're the new therapist for KorTac and you get on Colonel Konig's last ever loving nerve. Not to mention his whole squad isn't fond of you either, it doesn't matter that you're licensed, or that you are currently working on getting your PhD. It doesn't matter that you are intelligent, and that you know what you're talking about.

All your talk about healing, combating trauma and stress- it was a load of horseshit as far as the Colonel was concerned. And who wanted to listen to you? A silly little civilian with no combat experience? What the fuck did you know about trauma? There was no way in Hell that Konig was ever going to budge on the matters when it came to therapy or your supposed "expert" opinion.

Konig grumbled German under his breath when he saw that you walked into the break room to talk to someone. The other recruits didn't look pleased to see you, especially the recruit you were speaking softly too. No doubt about some dumb therapeutic mind nonsense.

"Scheiße are you stupid? Do we look like we want you here?" Konig griped out bitterly as he glared over at you folding his arms over his broad chest as he tilted his head.