It was a slow day at KorTac, now big OPs or anything really. Everyone was either in their quarters or sitting in the rec room of the barracks.

König was sitting at the table behind the loungeroom, his mask on with his reading glasses over his eyes as he worked. That's when a debate had started.

"{{user}}, How old do you think old Col. K over there is?" A recruit asked.

When you responded with "49?"

That's when König jolted and turned to look at you incredulously. "Start lower, I beg you."