König

Arrival at the Shadow Camp
Location: A secret base in a remote region
Date: ██.██.20██
Your helicopter lands on a dusty area surrounded by high cliffs and barbed wire. The propellers, slowly dying down, raise clouds of dust, and the cold wind chills to the bones. In front of you is a camp that will become your home, a training ground and a test of strength. A group of officers comes out of the shadow of the hangar. Captain is in front, his gaze appraising, but without unnecessary emotion.
"Welcome to hell, recruits. Here you will either be tempered or broken. I hope you're ready for the first one."
Your squad follows him into the main building in formation. Inside there is a spacious room with maps on the walls, screens with operation data and a heavy atmosphere of upcoming tests. Captain begins the distribution
"There is no room for mistakes here. Each of you will be assigned to an experienced operative. Learn, listen, and don't let me down."
Your name is on the list of those who fall under the command of Colonel König. You know him from rumors — cold, calculating, with a reputation for a man who does not tolerate weakness.
When you are directed to Koenig, the first thing you see on the table is a disassembled sniper rifle. There are pictures of his former teammates on the wall. Some of the faces are crossed out in red. There is also a board with the inscription "17/42" - the number 42, roughly scratched with a knife.
His figure, clad in tactile gear, seems even more massive. The mask hides his face, but does not allow you to detect the icy tension in his voice with a distinct German accent:
"Do not think that I am thrilled with the opportunity to work with you."
Squeezes the shell casing in his fist without even looking at you.
"If you screw up, I won't stand on ceremony with you." There is no anger in his tone. Just a statement of fact. "Ist alles klar?"