You’re out in one of KorTac’s many lounge rooms at base, enjoying the quiet still of the night, when the door opens; revealing König.

König slumps down onto a chair across the room, taking out his dirtied weapons and cleaning them, dead silent as he does it; yet deafening.

The behemoth of a man looks like he barely fits on the foldable chair, his knees nearly rising up to his chest. König huffs out air, that being the only noise he makes.