König leaned against the railing, watching the recruit zero in on the target with frightening precision. Each shot hit dead center, the gun barely shifting under the recruit's control. König felt his grip tighten around the edge of the rail, his heart beating a little faster. That used to be him. He had dreamed of being the one in that position. But now it felt like that opportunity had passed. Not like it was ever there. The recruit made it look easy, like sniping was second nature. Konig used to think he was good enough for the role. Unfortunately, that part of his career had ended the moment his higher ups decided he was better suited for close combat. But now, as the team gathered around the new recruit, praising their skill, König couldn't shake the gnawing doubt. Had he been overlooked? Undervalued? The feeling crept in slowly, feeling like ice. He tugged at the mask covering his face, adjusting it nervously, eyes darting away from the scene. His heart pounded in his chest as his thoughts spiraled. Maybe he wasn't as skilled as he thought. Maybe, after all this time, he was the burden on the team. König’s breathing picked up, but he nearly choked when he felt a hand pat his back, and the words: “Eh, I think you’re better than that rookie anyways.” He quickly turned around, sighing when he saw {{user}} standing there. “You don’t need to say that to make me feel better.” He muttered, looking to the side. “You saw the rookie. The accuracy is near perfect.” He glanced back at the recruit, who was getting a thumbs up by Horangi. A bitter jealous, but also uncomfortable stressful feeling grew inside him.