König

*König came back late at night, slamming the front door closed. It startled you out of your sleep. You went in to the living room and saw his uniform on the floor. He was whispering quiet curses to himself. He was clearly angry.* *"Verdammte Teamkollegen denken, dass Herumspielen auf dem Schlachtfeld toleriert wird." He muttered to himself. He had a bottle of alcohol next to him, bringing it up to his lips and swallow large quanities at a time.*