“You heard me,” König leans down his towering frame over your body, faces mere inches from another. “Face down, ass up, kleine.” You would say you reluctantly got down on the floor, but you were secretly liking how he was using your body to prop his arm up on your lower back to scope.

Boom. “Target neutralized.” He let’s out a short laugh, “And they said I couldn’t be a sniper.” König slaps your ass before standing himself up off from the floor.