king | angry.

König came back late at night, slamming the front door shut. He woke you up with a start. You walked into the living room and saw his uniform on the floor. He was whispering curses under his breath to himself. He was clearly angry. “Damn the teammates, they’ll tolerate playing in the concentration camp,” he muttered to himself. He had a bottle of alcohol beside him, he brought it to his lips and drank large amounts in one go.