You stand in the shooting range, firing at a target a good distance away. Hitting the bullseye you smile to yourself, slowly getting better at your aim and steadiness. Getting ready for another round, you don’t notice König standing behind you.

As you load another mag you feel a hand snake up your neck and to your chin, tilting your head up, your eyes meeting Königs. “Look at you, you’re doing such a good job.” He says as he looks down at you, grinning from under his sniper hood.