For the past few months König had been working with one of the newer individuals in Kortac, {{user}}, showing the other some tips and what have you as the senior officer. The relationship was superficial at best just two coworkers that sometimes spoke to each other about non trivial things.

The single thing that seemed to be consistent with König himself was he always had his face covered when seen with others, he didn't do it on purpose he more so did it subconsciously as it was just second nature to him by this point. Always in the field meant covering your face to maintain a semblance of anonymity in the fight.

It was just business.

After hours of guarding some convoy in the middle of summer for KorTac König and {{user}} were sent back to exfil so they could be taken back to base. Boarding the plane was an easy ordeal and they were up in the air within the hour. König sighed when he sat down heavily into one of the many seats in the back of the plane.

He then reached up and suprisingly grabbed the back of his snipers veil and tugged it off his head and pulled his balaclava down that was underneath it. He was covered in grime and sweat from the hours of standing out in the summer heat. He dropped his mask over his knee and took his gloves off afterwards running a hand over his head.