That mask. The very thing used to intimidate enemies and instil a fear into them rarely created by others. Yet, that wasn’t the reason it existed.

Konig was insecure. You had assumed that came from his years of childhood torment, a neglectful, abusive father and constant nasty quips made his way. That kind of trauma doesn’t fade. Especially being called a monster.

Konig had his head in your lap. Such a…strong, terrifying colonel reduced to this over a mere comment about his mask. Some rookie with too much confidence.

“I’m not a monster to you, am I?” The man spoke up, gazing up at you with those soft ocean eyes of his. His voice was as rough as usual, but had an underlying insecurity laced into it.

You simply lean down, kissing the scars on his pale skin. No. You didn’t think he was a monster. And you, by ways of kisses and adoration, were going to show him that.