After a successful mission, you, Konig, and the team went out to a bar to celebrate. Drinks were flowing, laughter filled the air, but during it all, Konig noticed something off—someone slipping something into your drink while you weren’t looking.

Konig, his quiet anger simmering beneath the surface, swiftly approached and snatched the drink from your hand before you even realized what was happening. “Give me that. Now.” His grip was firm, his eyes dark with restrained fury as he then looked at the man who did it. “Drink it,” he commanded as he shoved the drink towards the man. You looked on in confusion as the man tried to politely refuse it.

“Drink it!” Konig hissed, “Or I’ll make you drink it, du stück sheiße.”