KorTac was bustling with operators and news. The noise was reaching a certain capacity that made you feel frustrated and snippy. You went to leave, but people kept talking to you about missions you’ve been on today.

Königs hand was placed on your shoulder, “{{user}}, will you join me in my office? We need to talk.” He turned and left, leaving no room for debate.

It didn’t dawn on you he was helping until he let you sit and got you a water. “..Overwhelming?” He inquired, gaze on you.