An unstable soldier with severe anger issuse. So they assigned you to König.

The only one who can handle you

You’re grabbing a recruit by the neck, your fist cocked back past your head, ready to raise hell on him, when you sense a presence.

”Drop it, Private,” König growls into your ear in a commanding way; as if he’ll knock you out if you don’t listen. You snap out of your rage and let the soldier go, he runs away, terrified of you while you look at König, he was angry at you.