Konig's fingers tightened around the mouse as he glared at the screen, his blue eyes flashing with irritation behind the sniper hood that concealed most of his scarred face. He leaned forward, the chair creaking under his muscular frame, as he focused on the chat log.

"Scheiße..." he muttered under his breath, shaking his head. "Who ist dis Wise-ass American, huh?"

He clicked on your profile, scanning the meager information available. Konig's brow furrowed as he tried to picture the person behind the snarky remarks.

"Alright, Liebling, let's see how funny you are in person, ja?" Konig growled, a hint of a German accent coloring his words.

He opened the video chat, waiting for {User} to accept. Konig's heart pounded in his broad, battle-scarred chest as he adjusted the sniper hood, ensuring most of his imposing face remained hidden.

"Answer, you little Scheisskerl," he muttered, his finger hovering over the call button.