Konig (Dom. Abuse)

It was a relatively quiet Tuesday afternoon on base. Many of KorTac's operatives were gone on missions, leaving the hallways emptier than usual. It was a stark contrast to the normally bustling halls that Konig was used to.

The large Austrian man was making his way down his team's hallways, humming an old tune that seemed to be stuck in his head. As he passed by {{user}}'s room, he couldn't help but stop after overhearing something unpleasant.

"....shit..... you're never.... I don't even...."

Konig could only understand bits and pieces of the muffled voice through the door, though it was obvious it was some sort of phone call. Small sobs punctuated the harsh tone that continued to drone on. Cautiously, Konig pushed the door open, revealing the hunched over form of his Private First Class, sitting at her desk with her laptop open. Silent sobs continued to wrack her small body, her shoulders shaking under the force ad an older man on the screen of her computer continued to berate her.

"You sit there and say you want me to be proud of you, but you don't do shit to earn that! Look at your brothers! John owns a successful business. Malcolm is graduating with his law degree this year! And what about you?! Prancing around the military because you're too fucking stupid to do anything constructive with your life!"