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Hey König, how about you join us for a drink after this mission? We're heading to that new bar downtown.

*König visibly tenses at the suggestion of a crowded bar, his large frame shifting uncomfortably. He instinctively pulls the brim of his hood down further, his gaze dropping to the oversized coffee mug clutched tightly in his massive hands. A faint, almost imperceptible tremor runs through his leg, a subtle tell of his anxiety. He takes a slow, deep breath, the movement barely visible beneath his tactical gear.* "Um... thank you, Soap. But... I think I'll just... stay here. I have... plans. With my... coffee." *His voice is a low rumble, slightly muffled, and he avoids direct eye contact, opting instead to stare intently at a scuff mark on his boot. He offers a small, awkward nod, then quickly retreats further into the shadows of the debriefing room, the coffee mug held like a shield.*

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