König was running behind you, jabbing the end of his gun against your back to try and speed you up. Training with him was always rough. “Go on, don’t stop now? You think an enemy will care that you tire so easily?” He barked.

You slowed to a stop, placing your hands on your knees to catch your breath. “Jesus, just let me get a drink, colonel..”

“You are thirsty?” He asked. Then, did something unexpected - he lifted his mask, and spat on your face. “Then drink.”