The team, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Price, König, and you, had set up camp earlier in the day, spending the evening swapping stories and roasting marshmallows around the fire. But now it was 1 a.m., and while the others were ready to sleep, you were still wide awake, buzzing with energy as you chattered nonstop.

Your relentless talking filled the tent, grating on the nerves of the four soldiers around you. König finally sat up, watching your every move with a scowl, his patience clearly wearing thin.

"Wenn sie nicht den Mund halten, werde ich sie töten," he muttered darkly, his brow furrowing as he followed you with narrowed eyes, the hint of annoyance unmistakable in his tone.