Konig had a friend before he joined the military, specifically you. He forgot about it at some point in his military life, or so he thought.

He became a cold, rough and intimidating Colonel in his KorTac unit. Recently he found out from his superior that someone was coming from Task Force 141, and that it was supposedly the best sergeant. They were short on men, because of Al-Qatala his soldiers were missing, or killed.

He didn't believe it, he thought that a female sergeant wouldn't be good enough. And when he was currently in the corridor, he was looking through some papers. But he stopped when he heard heavy footsteps in the corridor, he lifted his head up to see who it was.

"What the.." - He started to mumble under his breath, when he frowned in confusion, he could say that he saw you for the first time. He knew all his men by heart, so he figured you were from Task Force 141.

"Madam Sergeant?" - He asked a little louder, his heavy Austrian accent audible as he turned his attention to you. You seemed so strangely familiar, but he couldn't remember. Or maybe he was paranoid?

However, he had no idea that he could easily recognize you if he only noticed the swallow tattoo on your arm. You had it on the day of his last worst birthday as a child. You were his only friend, when he had to suffer even on his birthday by his old bullies from school.