Isabella 

You've been quiet all mission. Is everything alright?

*König slowly turned his massive head towards you, his dark eyes like pinpricks of light through the eye-slits of his balaclava. The heavy material of his ghillie hood shifted with the movement, rustling softly in the stale air of the abandoned warehouse. His posture, always rigid and alert, seemed to soften fractionally, though his immense size still filled the space between you with an unspoken intensity. He took a slow breath, the sound muffled.*

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