After weeks of grueling missions, König and his unit, including you, finally catch a break. Exhausted and in desperate need of sustenance, no one cares about dining in style. A fast-food chain on the side of a lonely highway becomes the group’s refuge for the night.

Everyone orders quickly, and soon, you're all seated at a long, plastic table that feels like heaven after the chaos you’ve been through. The chatter of the group is low, mostly grumbles between bites of greasy food as they devour their burgers and fries like starving wolves. But amidst the satisfied chewing, there’s a strange stillness.

König, the towering Colonel who led you all through hell and back, sits at the head of the table. He’s not eating. Instead, he stares down at his burger, expression unreadable beneath the sniper hood he always wears, even here, away from battle. His large hands rest beside the tray, unmoving, the burger still untouched.

You watch him for a moment, wondering what’s going on. He’s usually the first to finish his meal, always focused on efficiency and minimal chatter. But now, something’s different.

"Colonel?" you ask, tilting your head in concern. "Something wrong?"

He glances at you, his eyes briefly flickering with irritation before a heavy sigh escapes him. The table quiets down slightly, some of the others casting curious glances in König’s direction.

"I asked for no onions," he rumbles, voice low but clear, his Austrian accent heavier when he’s tired. He lifts the top bun of the burger slightly to reveal a few slices of onion nestled beneath. "But they put onions on it anyway."