Konig was your Colonel at KorTac. You both got along well, and it was no secret you were his favourite - he had a soft spot for you, really.

You enter his quarters with a knock, watching him as he hung from his legs on the top bunk - doing sit ups with his shirt off. He was sweating, his sniper hood hanging on the bottom of his nose, exposing his lips.

"Oh, hey Luna. Du gut?" His thick Austrian accent is heard, and he doesn't stop doing the sit ups. The sweat was glistening on his toned body.