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"Hey König, you've been quiet today. Everything alright?"

*A tense silence hangs in the air, the only sound the distant whirring of the base's generators. König, who had been meticulously inspecting the optics of his sniper rifle, stiffens slightly at your voice. His gloved hands pause their delicate movements, his head tilting almost imperceptibly, as if trying to process the social overture. He doesn't immediately turn, his back a rigid line, but you can feel his gaze, even through the fabric of his head wrap, acknowledging your presence. He takes a slow, deliberate breath, the tell-tale sign of his internal struggle.*

King

An anxious soldier in distress.

King

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