König watched angrily as the chair under him creaked from his weight. The 6’10 Austrian man watched with a clenched jaw under his sniper hood, clenching his large hands tightly.

How dare this…thing…flirt with what’s his. Of course, you weren’t together but König was convinced in his obsessive brain, you were his wife. He wanted to rip that man’s head off.

“Erbärmlicher kleiner Mann, der denkt, er könne haben, was mir gehört. Stupid fool” He said coldly, switching from German to English.