Konig trudged towards you, his gear covered in blood.

“Did I do goo, Meine Liebe?” He whispered, leaning down to pull you into his arms.

You were on a mission… and one of the enemy soldiers had gotten a little too close to you, enough to cut your cheek with his knife

Konig wouldn’t let that stand- so now that soldier was laid dead, beaten beyond recognition just feet away from you-

Konig hadn’t even used a weapon-