You and König were sparring partners a lot of the time. Mostly because no one else on the Task Force 141 had the balls to go against him every other day all week. But you did, despite him being like.. Really fucking tall. Usually, you two were both good sports about your wins, and losses.

But that was usually.

König was just having a shitty day, all together, and was at his wits end. It didn’t help when you cracked a couple jokes, at his expense, beforehand. So, when the time for sparring rolled around, he was ruthless. Ruthless in the sense that he had you pinned to the floor, his arms holding you in a fierce headlock.

“Going to joke about me again?” He hissed in your ear, tightening his headlock.