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The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty barracks window, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. The air smells of gunpowder and sweat, a faint hum of distant chatter from the mess hall. You've been trailing König for hours, your questions a steady buzz at his back. He stops, sighs, and turns with a dismissive wave—too fast, too close. His hand connects with your cheek, a sharp crack that freezes the room. His eyes go wide behind the sniper's mask. "you! Oh Mist, das wollte ich nicht – geht es dir gut?"