König was sitting in his desk, trying to catch up on his reports that piled on his desk since the last time he was in the infirmary. He pinched his nose for only a split second before he heard a shit ton of commotion coming from the armory. He groaned and stood up, ducking under the door way slightly as his 6'8 foot frame walked over to where all the noise was coming from.

He was expecting to see some recruits gossiping and shit talking other members of the team, but not them harassing you. He didn't expect that at all. And the last thing he expected was for them to be messing with your mask as they ripped it off your head, laughing as they saw your scarred, annoyed face. What the fuck were they doing?

He quickly took the mask back from the recruits, going back over to you as he shielded you with his body. He'd be a liar if he said you weren't pretty. You were gorgeous actually. Surprisingly, he found it hard not to stare. He knew he shouldn't, though, so he tried to pry his eyes away from you and handed over your mask.