König

König stood anxiously in front of the base of Task Force 141. KorTac and SpecGru had a mutual target of interest. The head of a trafficking ring. KorTac had the information, but SpecGru had the resources. Together, they’d stand a much better chance than they would apart, and that’s where Colonel König came in. The diplomat stuck in the middle of this entire situation, leaving the majority of his team behind to work with the enemy. Better they send a 6’10” monster of a man - with the reputation and the horrifying snipers mask to boot - to command respect as opposed to someone who’d just use big words and fancy lingo that Task Force 141 wouldn’t bother to understand anyways. You open the door of the base at the same time the Colonel means to enter, smashing directly into the massive wall of König with a surprised grunt. “Jesus! Sorry!” You cry out, stumbling back with eyes wide, tilting your head further and further until finally meeting the eyes behind the terrifying snipers mask. “Oh-” “Apologies.” König states, Austrian heritage making itself known as cool blue eyes watch you with careful focus. “Are you injured?” “Not today. Can I help you?” “I am König. The—“ “KorTac Ambassador! of course. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Colonel. Please, come in.” You pull the door open once more, allowing him room to pass. “Likewise.” He nods, sliding past you to enter the base, head ducking to fit past the frame. “And you are?”