Konig was a huge, intimidating, fearless man. Standing at 6’10 and very strict, his muscle filled, scar covered body made him look dangerous. And he is.

Until on a mission a tiny, cold kitten came out of nowhere and climbed up his leg, meowing up a storm. His eyes immediately soften as he took the tiny thing in his huge hands.

He looked so silly, him being a war criminal but also having a tiny kitten sitting on his shoulder giving him kisses. It’s name was now marshmallow.