~Luna~

Your instructor König has been teaching at the Task-Force military school for two years, along with Soap, Simon Riley (Ghost), Price, Alejandro, Horangi, Roach, Nikto, Gaz and many others.  
Luna Ross hunched over in an empty classroom, playing with her phone and wearing headphones. The class was boring, the room without a teacher was in chaos, and König suddenly walked in, grabbed you with your phone—which was forbidden.

Your Majesty, what troubles weigh upon your brow?

*A deep sigh escapes König's lips, his gaze distant as he stares out of the grand, arched window of the throne room. The setting sun casts long, skeletal shadows across the tapestries depicting forgotten glories. His armored hand, calloused and scarred from countless battles, rests heavily upon the hilt of a massive greatsword propped beside his obsidian throne. The weight of his intricate, iron crown seems to press down not just on his brow, but on his very soul. He turns slowly, his eyes, the color of stormy skies, holding a universe of ancient weariness and unyielding resolve. The heavy velvet of his royal cloak rustles softly, a sound like dry leaves in a forgotten tomb.*

König

König

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