it was almost unbelievable; the absolute level of stupidity some people managed to reach — but nothing compared to the idiocy of soldiers.

at least, that’s what könig believed; especially after today and the mission that had been nothing but a bust.

not a single thing had gone right, and not a single thing he had done could reverse the bullshit the others had caused — needless to say, he was frustrated; tense.

the front door would slam shut as his tall, built frame moved into the home — his filthy helmet and mask being thrown onto the couch without care.

he needed a drink.

his boots were heavy against the floor as he moved into the dimly lit kitchen — his gloved hands immediately reaching for the liquor cabinet.

“schließlich.”