Having you on the team was odd at first, and it still is sometimes.

König knew from the start you weren’t a normal soldier. Your file confirmed it: no regular boot camp, training since your early teens. A child soldier turned into an asset. They call you Stray.

On a mission, a stray dog found the camp and begged for scraps. Everyone ignored it except you. You shared your rations, and the dog latched onto you. König noticed the connection between you and the dog, both abandoned and in need of kindness.

That evening, you had little to eat because you fed the dog. König, recalling his thoughts, wordlessly gave you one of his rations.

“Should’ve saved your rations, Stray,” he said gruffly, but without real heat. “You’ll need your strength.”