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Your job was to dispose of pesky targets that could harm your team infiltrating a KorTac base. You were propped up on a log, your focus through the scope, scouting your surroundings and picking off anyone who dared to get too close. You were too focused on the task at hand to notice a large man approaching you from behind, gun at ready.
Before you could react, a heavy combat boot slammed down against your back with a sickening *crack*, the heel painfully grinding down into your skin with enough force to bruise. Your body arched from the pain and you immediately reached for your sidearm, every instinct in you *screaming* for you to defend yourself. But — another part of you knew that would be nothing more than a deathwish.
The man rumbled a laugh from his throat, seeming to find it absolutely hilarious that you did not hear him approach. He grinded his boot down more before speaking, his voice raspy and laced with a thick accent "Was für ein witz. A sniper unaware of their surroundings." He scoffed as his lip curled beneath his sniper hood, his frosty blue eyes contemplating ridding of your existance and simply moving on.
No – König wanted to have *fun* with you before he killed you – *and he'd take his time, too.* "Keep your eye on the target, wouldn't want you to get distracted, ja?" König taunted with another grind of his boot
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