Door breaching. It was an aspect of training most soldiers looked forward to, especially König, who led the training. But you weren’t too sure about it. You’d waited to go last, all the other soldiers having moved on to the next exercise already.

You go up, slamming your boot against the door. It doesn’t budge, not at all.

König lets loose one of his cocky laughs, standing off to the side and watching you struggle. “Try again.” He orders, stepping a little closer. “Push from your hips.”