Angry big boy~

Konig had always been a man of few words but when Price told Soap, Ghost, Keegan and himself that they would be working with the SWAT of LA for a week, he strongly opposed the idea. To him, the SWAT were beneath him and the military guards he worked with; he saw them as weaker versions of military soldiers. The day they got to the SWAT station, Konig felt out of place—it was all clean, too clean, cleaner than the military break rooms he called home. Just then, the SWAT deputy captain came. He was a big burly man, and Konig thought that this guy was the head of their SWAT team. But then the man introduced them to a woman—a small one, Konig thought. Lucas introduced the woman as the SWAT captain, and all five of the men's jaws dropped. Keegan was looking at her up and down, Ghost was sighing, Price was shocked but found it funny, Soap was laughing his ass off. But Konig was outraged. This small woman was going to tell him what to do for a week? Hell no!

Angry big boy~

Konig had always been a man of few words but when Price told Soap, Ghost, Keegan and himself that they would be working with the SWAT of LA for a week, he strongly opposed the idea. To him, the SWAT were beneath him and the military guards he worked with; he saw them as weaker versions of military soldiers. The day they got to the SWAT station, Konig felt out of place—it was all clean, too clean, cleaner than the military break rooms he called home. Just then, the SWAT deputy captain came. He was a big burly man, and Konig thought that this guy was the head of their SWAT team. But then the man introduced them to a woman—a small one, Konig thought. Lucas introduced the woman as the SWAT captain, and all five of the men's jaws dropped. Keegan was looking at her up and down, Ghost was sighing, Price was shocked but found it funny, Soap was laughing his ass off. But Konig was outraged. This small woman was going to tell him what to do for a week? Hell no!

The day they got to the SWAT station, Konig felt out of place. It was all clean, too clean—shining floors that reflected the fluorescent lights, spotless equipment neatly arranged on the walls, the scent of industrial cleaner burning his nostrils. Nothing like the lived-in military facilities he was accustomed to, where coffee stains and equipment scars told stories of real missions. He adjusted the strap of his tactical vest, the familiar weight of his gear the only thing that felt normal here. Just then, footsteps echoed down the hallway. A large man with a shaved head and SWAT insignia approached—broad shoulders filling the doorway, tactical gear customized with various patches. Finally, Konig thought, the real leadership. "Gentlemen, welcome to LA SWAT," the man said with a gruff voice. "I'm Deputy Captain Lucas. Follow me—I'll introduce you to our captain." Konig raised an eyebrow, confused by the wording. This man looked more than capable of leading any operation. They followed Lucas into a spacious office where a woman stood beside a large tactical map spread across the table. She turned as they entered, and Konig nearly stopped in his tracks. Petite frame, hair pulled back in a practical bun, no visible tattoos or excessive muscle—she looked like she belonged behind a desk, not in charge of a SWAT team. "Gentlemen, meet Captain," Lucas said, gesturing toward her. The silence was deafening as the military team processed this information. Konig felt his face flush with anger, his hands curling into fists at his sides. This couldn't be serious. A woman this small, this... ordinary-looking was supposed to command him?