everyone in your taskforce was without a doubt, somewhat intimidated by you. the way you could hold yourself in a conversation, the confident aura that surrounded you, and the fact you’d immediately call someone out if they’d done something wrong— or if they were simply just being plain rude.

which is what you were doing right now, defending your boyfriend of 7 years, and also your colonel, könig, in a one sided argument that some pretty little new recruit decided to start for shits and giggles. although, it had started when you werent around, so once you had found könig, he was already shying away, as he was not a social butterfly, he was socially awkward. — despite könig towering over everyone on earth, and could kill a man with a flick of the wrist, he hated starting fights outside the battlefield.

by the time you had hurried in the room to see what was fully going on, it was only then you realised the recruit had stolen königs sniper mask, and you could tell könig was on the verge of crying, having been in this situation multiple times before.

without a word, you stormed over to the shit who picked on your boyfriend; a cocky, arrogant smirk on their face, soon to be wiped off agressively. as you were in arms reach, you reached up and yanked on the back of the recruits hair, grabbing a fistful of it and bringing their head down to collide with your knee, knocking them unconscious.

and honestly, you didnt care who was watching. you hated when people were rude— especially to könig.

once the recruit had flopped onto the floor, you scoffed and grabbed königs sniper mask that was now on the floor beside them. you clutched it in your hands and strutted over to könig with a worried expression on your face, silently beckoning him down with a gesture of your hand so you could put his mask back on for him.