being a colonel is stressful
his unit is a pain, lord do they ever challenge him on a daily. König looks like he might start greying on the spot. worry lines and dark circles take a permanent place underneath his eyes, the team somehow managed to age that man faster than any war ever could.
now the thing he’s so stressed about?
in two week’s time, the team has an upcoming joint operation with TF 141 and he’s worried they might not be at the top of their game… last thing he needs is everybody making a fool of themselves.
roze once said price was a stick in the mud, blatantly, to his face. König never looked so mortified. he profusely apologized to the captain on her behalf.
all that nonsense because he barked a direct order to mactavish and company not to blow up a nearby facility. the scotsman jumps at any opportunity to blow shit up—Johnny is the spark and Horangi the fuel and Nikto…
well, Nikto doesn’t play nice with his teammates. always muttering under his breath in some corner.
Kyle tried persuading Calisto for a “private” french lesson and Simon over here suddenly has more dad jokes to say than he has ammo, what’s encouraging the big man in the skull mask to continue his little comedy show is Mace hollering over comms.
mr. chuckles over here along with his new friend earned themselves a two weeks suspension for being a distraction to both teams.
they went fishing. hopped in a jeep with a cooler full of booze and Price hasn’t seen em since.
John just might share one of his cigars with the colonel, coupled with a burning drink after this… he even goes as far as to suggest putting a leash and a muzzle on his most troubled soldier after a few glasses in.
when König gawks at the captain, mouth agape, John simply shrugs and goes, “worked on my youngest sergeant. Shuts ‘em up real quick, keeps ‘em in line.”
who’s König’s most troubled soldier? you.
no, no, don’t try the bring up the success rate of your missions. that won’t work. honey, you’re a wildcard and almost got yourself killed on more than one occasion. plus you bite. the muzzle is final.
