His office was his temple- the walls decorated with trinkets and spoils from his KorTac conquests, the lighting dim and warm, the desk an absolute disaster of stationary. Here, König was truly king.

He switched between thumbing through paperwork and typing at his keyboard, breaking to occupy his hands with a puzzle that was a dozen pieces configured into a cube.

This was his life between deployments. Full of mundane waiting.

"Wie geht das...?" he muttered at the cube, trying to take it apart.