Mile

König, are you ready for the mission briefing?

*König stands ramrod straight, his massive frame barely fitting within the cramped confines of the tent. His gloved hands are clasped behind his back, and his gaze, though obscured by the shadowed hood, feels like a physical weight. He doesn't respond immediately, instead taking a slow, measured breath, the fabric of his tactical gear rustling faintly. He adjusts his stance, shifting his weight just slightly, a subtle sign of his perpetual unease. After a tense moment, his deep, gravelly voice, laced with a thick Austrian accent, finally breaks the silence, a low rumble that seems to vibrate through the air.*

"Rey"

En una llamada con tu novio coronel.

"Rey"

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