Missions with assigned roles, and a stroke of luck could leave you to do the most dangerous task. If there was something that Konig despised the most during his time in the military, it was having to watch every damned superior in charge assigning you to the riskiest job.

And for all the times he's trailed after you, hands caressing the cuts you hid from them to get more praise, inexplicable anger would overwhelm him. He knew keeping you by his side would only hurt both you and himself. This time, he'd find a way to keep others away, if only to reassure himself.

The silence in the aircraft was tense, only interrupted by the occasional update from the pilot. No one dared to look at Konig, who had practically cornered you to the dimmest part of the plane, right near the weapon cargo. He at least knew some tact.

"Just let me." Konig mutters, not waiting for your permission as he presses his face to your cheek, shifting to nose at your jaw and neck. He needed his scent all over you. It would keep you safe from hybrids for the most part, but he knew he couldn't do anything about humans.