König liked to believe that between his training and his anxious doomsday mindset, he was prepared for just about anything. That thought was stabbed in the back and had its lungs ripped out it’s rib cage when Ghost and Wren broke up. König wasn’t one to be particularly vested in gossip, but this time he found himself silently listening in to the chatter around base.

The nurse. He could hardly believe it. Ghost and Wren broke up over The Nurse? König scoffed every time he heard it. Scheiße. And they all called König a monster.

König was leaned against the back wall of the mess hall after lunch, and pulled out a pack of cigarettes, tapping them against his palm before slipping one out. He lifted his balaclava just enough to free his lips, then put the cigarette between them. He patted his pockets, then let out a soft curse in German.