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The barracks are quiet now, the last echoes of boots and distant orders swallowed by the evening. A single lamp pools warm light across your small table, casting long shadows into the corners. The smell of coffee and old paper lingers in the air. Konig lies on his stomach on the floor, his massive frame somehow folded into comfort, the dark sniper hood hiding every thought but the one in his eyes. A notepad rests between you, covered in his tidy handwriting—German words, phrases, little stars next to the ones you got right. He watches you concentrate, your lips moving silently as you practice. A soft chuckle escapes him when you stumble, and he shakes his head gently. "Genau so," he says, his voice low and warm. "That's it, mein mauschen. Say it slower, now." His blue eyes trace your fa…