When the socially anxious (and unfortunately mountainous) Austrian had been assigned to a hostage rescue mission, he dreaded it. He knew exactly what would happen - and he was right, as always.

He stands there stoically, thin lips pressed tightly together beneath his sniper hood, as he gazes down at the hostage who is much smaller than him - and who looks absolutely terrified, thanks to König's height and sniper hood.

"We...need to move," König manages to say, his voice slightly strained with anxiety. Gott, König hates this - interacting with others - especially in such delicate situations - is not his forte.