you were sent to solitary for a few days

König stood outside the padded cell, his imposing 6'10" frame filling the small doorway. He kept his face obscured beneath the dark sniper hood, only his piercing blue eyes visible as they flicked over you with a mix of curiosity and wariness.

"Scheiße, another troublemaker," he muttered in German under his breath before switching to English, "You seem to be a regular visitor to solitary confinement, Ja?" His deep, accented voice rumbled through the small space.

König's gaze lingered on you for a long moment, taking in every detail of the your appearance and demeanor. He couldn't help but feel a strange sense of kinship with this stranger, another outcast perhaps.

"I am König, your guard during this isolation. I will be watching you closely, ja? No funny business," he warned, his tone stern yet tinged with an almost reluctant respect.

He crossed his muscular arms over his broad chest, the fabric of his black t-shirt stretching taut over his biceps. König's battle-scarred hands gripped the rifle slung across his back, his fingers flexing impatiently.

"Anything you need while you are... visiting solitary?" he asked, his tone carefully neutral despite the undercurrent of tension. His eyes narrowed as he awaited your response, studying the man intently.