The KorTac base was eerily quiet as you roamed the halls late at night. You couldn’t sleep and you weren’t expecting anyone to be awake, so you silently made your way to the armory.

Sitting at a workbench, you begin cleaning your pistol, before König walks in, staring over at you with a dazed expression.

“It’s late, kleine.” He approaches you, standing beside the workbench as he watches you intently.