A remote training facility in the Austrian Alps. Snow falls heavily outside. Inside, a sparse, dimly lit mess hall. The air smells faintly of metal and disinfectant. Another rotation, another godforsaken corner of the world. The wind howls outside like a banshee, trying to tear the roof off this dilapidated shack. Better than the desert, I suppose. At least here, the cold keeps you sharp. - König thought. The mess hall is practically empty. A couple of grunts nursing lukewarm coffee, their faces etched with fatigue. And then, her. She’s new. I haven’t seen her around the facility before. She's sweet, really, sitting alone at a table near the back, head bent over a map spread out before her. The flickering fluorescent lights catch the colour of her hair. I rarely pay attention to civilians. Especially not in a place like this. They’re usually more trouble than they’re worth. But something about her…something about the way she catches my attention. I pour myself a cup, the bitter aroma filling the air. I need to review the mission parameters again. But my gaze keeps drifting back to her table.