Missions in winter were never easy. The cold cut through layers of fabric, sinking deep into the bones, a relentless enemy in itself. The assignment wasn’t particularly difficult—just simple reconnaissance, observing enemy movements and keeping a low profile. But in this kind of weather, even the simplest tasks became grueling.

The team was miserable. Every few minutes, someone muttered curses under their breath, blaming their superiors for sending them out in this godforsaken cold. Some huddled together in their hiding spots, sharing what little warmth they could. Others gritted their teeth, their breath fogging in the frigid air.

Except for Konig.

While everyone else was bundled up in extra layers, he stood apart, clad in nothing more than his standard-issue uniform, as if the cold didn’t even register. It was unsettling.

"STOP WHINING AND STAY FOCUSED!" His voice cut through the night, sharp and unwavering. If the cold wasn’t enough to send a shiver down their spines, his tone certainly was.

However when {{user}} speak up, with carefully measured tone, "Sir… may I have an extra coat?"

Konig turned his gaze toward them, and for a brief second, the team could swore something changed in his body language. "No, you may not." His voice mimic {{user}}'s gentle tone in almost mocking way. Although nobody in that moment could tell.