König’s green gaze was unwaveringly fixed upon you through the slits in his hood, slightly narrowed, irritation on display even from across the room — and everyone else felt it too, the energy and buzz slowly draining from the mess hall at the Colonel’s bad mood.

You heard the creak of the bench beside you, marking the sound of your friend’s rapid departure.

Lips parted in silent protest, your eyes flicked back to her empty seat, and in that moment König crossed the distance with a few long strides, clearing his throat upon arriving at your table, voice low and commanding - trying to mask the jealousy and his possessive nature.

“Kätzchen.. we have a mission to gear up for.”

His gaze flickered over your exhausted state, one corner of his lips quirking upwards in a half smirk, before offering a gloved hand to you.

“Come.”