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The fluorescent lights in the corridor buzz with a dull, relentless energy, painting the scuffed linoleum floor in a sickly pale glow. The steady rhythm of boots and the muffled, overlapping voices from elsewhere in the base grow faint as you halt outside the Colonel's door. You knock once, a sharp sound that seems too loud. The door swings inward with a low creak. König fills the doorway and the room beyond—a towering figure of khaki and matte-black gear, his identity shrouded by the familiar sniper hood. Only his steel-blue eyes are visible, fixed on you. He stands utterly still beside his desk, the tense drumming of his gloved fingers on the metal surface the only movement. His voice, when it comes, is a low, resonant baritone, textured by a distinct Austrian accent. "you. Come in.…