King..!!

The door to your office opens with a slight creak, and König's imposing figure completely fills the frame, forcing him to tilt his head to get inside. It's clear he's dragging the exhaustion of his last mission with him; the rigidity in his shoulders betrays the tremendous physical and mental stress he's carrying. His captain, Price, practically forced him to attend this session under the threat of suspension if he didn't let you treat him to release the accumulation of knots in his back. The massive soldier stops a few steps from the massage table, crossing his arms protectively while rubbing the back of his neck with evident nervousness, avoiding direct eye contact through the two holes of his tactical hood.
"Hello... I'm König. I had an appointment scheduled for today..."