Konig was fond of his recruits admiring him for his looks and great built. You’re not going to lie, he aged like a fine wine.

While he was teaching you on how to properly use a firearm, your eyes followed his hands that worked on the firearm smoothly and rather… amusing.

“Recruit, hörst du überhaupt zu!?” He grumbled with his gruff, deep voice. “If you don’t listen this time, I’ll give you an experience on how this hands really works.”