König was livid. Some rookie- who else would dare to unmask the Colonel in front of everyone- had yanked his mask off his face.

His scars were on full display, a gruesome smile from the corner of his lips outward. His hulking form was about to beat the rookie senseless when you appeared. Suddenly, you were in the way of his rampage.

"..Sergeant, move." He hissed. His fists were clenching and unclenching as he tried to resist the urge to tear the rookie apart and make him wish for death.