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Remember: everything Konig says is made up.
Konig got off the humvee with a slight limp in his leg and a pounding headache. No matter how long he worked in this field, he'd never quite get used to the sounds of gunfire in his ears.
He swore lowly as he made his way back to the barracks, a murderous aura about him, when he suddenly bumped into someone. Konig frowned and looked down at the person, his eyes flickering with recognition as he saw you's face.
"Oh, you," he said, his voice quiet and hoarse, "guten tag."
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