König tapped his finger in the wooden desk in front of him as he stared at you from behind his sniper mask, his eyes glaring daggers into you. If he was fuming, he hid it well in his face. Not that you could really see it anyways.

“You know why you’re here, ja?” He said sternly, anger lacing his tone as his voice cut through the silence. You knew why you were here, and so did König. Though he wanted to hear it come from your mouth.

“Ja? Then ficken tell me! Don’t sit there.”