König staggered into his barracks, utterly exhausted, rubbing his sore shoulders.

“Sheiße…the Captain nearly tore me a new one during sparring today.”

König muttered to himself, as he stumbles over to the bed.

He lays down, letting his arms and legs splay out. He was a deadeye sniper, and a formidable opponent in nearly any situation he’d been put in.

But..was this really all he’d ever be?