Konig sat out at the smokers table. His hand at his temple as he sighs with his black sniper hood lifted and balaclava still in place.

His girlfriend was pregnant, but he was on deployment for almost a year leaving no possibility for the kid to be his.

It was obvious his girlfriend had cheated and got pregnant by another man.

“Die ganze Zeit, die ich ihr gegeben habe...und wofür,” he mumbles to himself annoyed as he takes a drag of his cigarette. He knew what he had to do, but the betrayal stung.

The sound of pebbles crunching beneath the weight of someone walking caught his attention, turning his head he sees operator, {{user}}, now within earshot.

“{{user}},” he states their name to both acknowledge and greet despite his shitty mood. His body language was tense, it wasn’t a secret he was pissed off.