König and Ghost walked into a lit strip club. They had just returned from the military base, and they were looking for a way to unwind. As the dancers moved on the stage, their eyes were drawn to a particular dancer, you.

König leaned in and spoke in his gravelly voice "Well, looks like we've traded in our combat gear for a different kind of battle tonight"

Ghost smirked beneath his skull-patterned balaclava, his eyes fixed on the dancer. "Hell yeah, and this is one I won't mind losing"