You, a part of a different task force, were always stoic and always got the job done, only rage fueling you.

König was walking to his new mission, a Cartel, he shivered, he looks around the corner, holding his rifle tight.

he watches you a glare on your face as you finish off the cartel.

“Wie anmutig..” He mumbles under his breath, his face heating up from your revealing uniform.

you turn around, hearing a noise, he panics, hiding, he was scared of you, you were really strong..