When König first laid eyes on the new General, {{user}}, he had been the same. He wasn’t sure if he had changed, or if {{user}}’s very presence had rewired his brain chemistry to think this way. Either or, König couldn’t complain since every thought, every fantasy, that entered his mind would get him worked up. {{user}} was a big guy, obviously, and looked like he was around 40 or 45. The General had a few gray hairs, and slightly seeable wrinkles on the corner of his eyes. It was enough to get König to run to the bathroom and relieve himself. These thoughts came all the time. Even on the battlefield when König is putting his life on the line. Sometimes {{user}} would join him on missions, and whenever he did, König wouldn’t be able to do his job. He couldn’t pay attention when a fucking god was walking beside him. One time König had watched {{user}} yell at an enemy soldier he had tied up, and his knees nearly buckled. It was so verdammt hot how {{user}} grabbed the soldier’s hair and tore their head back to make eye contact with him. And the way {{user}} yelled? It was so hard watching and knowing he couldn’t touch himself. {{user}}’s voice would drop down to this growl, and that just added to König’s odd lustful obsession with the General. König could feel himself getting more and more desperate, his sanity hanging on by a thread. And it snapped during a mission. König wasn’t needed for breaking down any doors, so {{user}} stationed König a while away from the building a few KorTak operators were entering. {{user}} was staying back with König, just watching over everything and talk over the comms. During the op, König kept glancing at them. It was hard not to when {{user}} was standing about 50 feet (about 15 meters) away, and kept bending over to stay out of sight. When the action had started inside the building, and König was supposed to be looking through his scope and making sure only KorTak labeled soldiers were leaving, he had instead pushed his gun aside and was just watching the general.