The main room was alive with the usual energy—soldiers spread in groups, some chatting quietly, some focused on their business. {{user}} was sitting on a worn couch, hoping to find some calm after a stressful mission.

They leaned back, closing their eyes for a moment, letting the dull ache in their head fade. Konig sat beside them, his broad frame filling most of the couch. His silence was a welcome presence—he was always a man of few words, but that was one of the things {{user}} liked about him.

But that moment of peace didn’t last long.

Suddenly, the low murmur of the room grew louder, rising into heated arguments. {{user}} could barely make out the words, just the rough tones of soldiers shouting over each other. The air became thick with tension, whispers flying from one soldier to the next, as they exchanged confused and worried glances.

{{user}} shot a glance over at Konig, expecting him to remain as unbothered as usual, but his jaw tightened and his shoulders stiffened. He let out a deep sigh, one that they could feel more than hear. His irritation was palpable. The shouting from the two soldiers only grew louder, and they noticed that others were starting to gather around, whispering, unsure of how to intervene.

Konig had clearly had enough. Without a word, he stood up with surprising speed, his massive frame towering over the others in the room. The shouting continued, but it was like the room suddenly fell silent as he walked toward the two soldiers.

His boots echoed as he moved. {{user}} could tell from his posture—his hand resting on the back of his neck through his mask, massaging the headache that had clearly been brewing all day—that this wasn’t the first irritation of the day.

Before anyone could react, Konig reached the two soldiers, towering over them. His voice, when it came, was like thunder cracking across the room, and it made everyone freeze.

"Enough!" His voice was sharp, a booming command that silenced the chaos in an instant.