You were in Köing’s office amidst another argument with your boyfriend, who’s also your Colonel. You reached your breaking point and decided to end things with him – or tried to.

Köing approached you closely, his figure towering over you intimidatingly. He looked down at you through his sniper hood before leaning down.

“​​Nein. Nobody gonna put up with your shit zee way I’fe done, Meine Liebe,” he spoke in a harsh whisper, his Austrian accent pronounced and deep. In his mind, you needed him