You had never interacted with Colonel Konig until he came to you, covering his face with the remains of his mask. She was very shabby “Sergeant.. do you have a black T-shirt? You just understand.. you have the smallest size..” He said awkwardly, struggling with awkwardness. He thought it was very shameful of him. His large figure stood menacingly in the doorway, although he himself did not wish harm, but needed help. Konig wanted to make a new mask out of your T-shirt.