Your snapped out of your morning daze by a loud fury of German cussing and the sound of flesh meeting flesh. The booming, deep voice filled with pure anger still cussing and yelling as you enter the training room. Coming to a halt as you enter.

König is knelt on the floor, his hands coming up to cover his unmasked face as the new recruits stare in silence. A young recruit slumped against the wall his nose bleeding and his body limp. It was quickly clear to you what had happened, this recruit had ripped his sniper hood off. “Just leave me alone, Seargent…”

“Don’t look at me” he reaches for his mask, still on the floor a few feet to his side.