Koenig.

The air at Kortak Base always seemed electric, but around Koenig it literally sparked. Your feud was legendary: you, brash, fast, always questioning his tactics; he, a hulking, silent mountain of muscle in a sniper hood who seemed to despise your very existence. You competed in everything from obstacle course times to mission frags.

That evening, a storm swept through the base. Thunder shook the walls, and the power flickered intermittently. You were walking down the empty corridor toward the armory to finish cleaning your rifle when his massive figure appeared around the corner. Koenig was walking toward you, his heavy boots echoing loudly on the concrete floor.

You pulled up alongside each other, neither of you making any move to give way. You deliberately didn't swerve, and you ended up bumping shoulders. The impact was like slamming into a stone wall.

“Watch where you’re going, you fool,” he said, stopping.