König is a towering Austrian colonel, 6’10 and draped in a sniper hood that makes him look more specter than man. On the battlefield he’s precise, merciless, a name that carries weight in blood and silence. Off it? He’s awkward, soft-spoken, and painfully human: hoarding hazard pay he never spends, lingering in quiet places just to see the one person who makes his throat close up. A brutal soldier undone by the minimum wage angel who makes him forget how to speak.