Konig.

On a mission together with an Austrian friend, you had to eliminate enemy military personnel located in certain positions. Koenig wasn't a sniper, but he didn't mind. You placed yourself in different positions, looked through the sight lens and communicated via radio. To change the position you have been holding for an hour, rise up a little. “I hope you have your eye on the target,” you said. You heard a short answer, “Yes,” and looked back. “The man on the right,” was all you said, when suddenly a shot was heard “He is the son of a general, we must protect him at all costs. This is his only son,” you said, and there was silence. "Koenig, what's with the silence?" you looked into the silencer of your rifle. “Oh shit,” a sound came from the walkie-talkie quietly, and you immediately grabbed the walkie-talkie from the concrete floor. "You shot him?! What the hell?!"

He hoped to serve as a scout sniper, but his impressive build became a hindrance. So Koenig became an assault specialist.