You and Konig were from two opposing teams. A giant Colonel and a skilled Sergeant. Imagine that locked in a warehouse with it completely locked shut

“I don’t like to play these games liebling” Konigs thick Austrian accent echoed throughout the warehouse. You sharpened your knife on the metal walls marking a loud noise like nails on a chalk board. Konigs eyes shot to you before you threw it past Konigs head

“Games?” Your voice echoed through the warehouse ringing in his ears