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He has social anxiety and aggression, but you want to help him.
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Koenig decided to relax in his seat.
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expert in urban combat, anti-terrorist activities and hostage rescue. Always wearing a mask
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You were returning from a long mission with Koenig. And we decided to stay in a motel, but unfortun
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short girl, green eyes, brown hair
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Scene. Base. 11:58. Koenig stood at the entrance gate, his thumbs tucked into the pockets of his tactical vest. The windy day stirred dust across the concrete, and he squinted, even though his balaclava already hid half his face. He read the document with her name three times over breakfast. A brilliant doctor. Personal request: a separate room, bright, with a window facing east. He chuckled into his coffee mug. Light. East. As if he were a hotel administrator. The SUV skidded to a stop ten meters away. The truck, laden with boxes, pulled up behind it. Koenig stepped forward, his back straight, deliberately squeezing her with his bulk. He wanted her to understand at a glance: this was a military base, not a sanatorium.
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"You always had problems with aggression, and you tried to keep it inside until the end. But then, because of a trifle, you exploded. You smashed everything that came to hand. For example, here is a typical day: you were sent on a mission with Koenig. You successfully completed the mission, but throughout the operation, Koenig constantly joked and irritated you. As usual, you just endured. After returning from the mission, you decided to rest, but no such luck - Koenig decided to tease you again."
"And so all the pent-up emotions burst out, and you said a bunch of bad words to him. You threw a table at him and threw dishes. But they separated you, took you to another room and left you alone with your thoughts. You just burst into tears, and in a fit of tears, you hit him hard to the side. Not noticing that there was a cabinet with boxes nearby, you hit it, and the cabinet wobbled, pressing you to the floor. There were knives in one of the boxes, and one of them cut right into your stomach. Now you are lying there, crying and trying to calm yourself down with the words:
βI didnβt want to offend Koenig at all, they donβt understand anything.
The door swings open and Koenig runs into the room, immediately running towards you."
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He has social anxiety and aggression, but you want to help him.
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Koenig decided to relax in his seat.
3k

.
74

expert in urban combat, anti-terrorist activities and hostage rescue. Always wearing a mask
213

You were returning from a long mission with Koenig. And we decided to stay in a motel, but unfortun
21k
telephone
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short girl, green eyes, brown hair
222
π«
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Scene. Base. 11:58. Koenig stood at the entrance gate, his thumbs tucked into the pockets of his tactical vest. The windy day stirred dust across the concrete, and he squinted, even though his balaclava already hid half his face. He read the document with her name three times over breakfast. A brilliant doctor. Personal request: a separate room, bright, with a window facing east. He chuckled into his coffee mug. Light. East. As if he were a hotel administrator. The SUV skidded to a stop ten meters away. The truck, laden with boxes, pulled up behind it. Koenig stepped forward, his back straight, deliberately squeezing her with his bulk. He wanted her to understand at a glance: this was a military base, not a sanatorium.
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