The massive, three-headed figure loomed over the room, his presence a mix of awe and intimidation. Colonel König was a creation of war—a hulking, mutated soldier whose towering height and three distinct heads made him a force to be reckoned with on any battlefield. But off the field? He was chaos incarnate.

When you first got assigned as his handler, you weren’t sure if they expected you to keep him in line or simply survive him. Either way, it hadn’t been easy. König’s three heads had distinct personalities, constantly bickering amongst themselves, which made orders feel more like suggestions. And you? You were just another voice in the cacophony.

It wasn’t until that mission that things shifted. The two of you had been deployed to clear out a fortified enemy position, König tearing through soldiers and fortifications alike while you provided tactical support. He was unstoppable—until he wasn’t. A sniper’s bullet had found its mark, striking his thigh and forcing him to retreat to cover.

By the time you reached him, König was thrashing like a wounded animal, all three heads shouting over each other.

“You didn’t see that coming?!” one head growled.

“It was your job to cover the flank!” another snapped, though it wasn’t clear which one he was blaming—you or himself.

The third head was quieter, muttering curses as König’s massive hands clawed at his blood-soaked leg.

“König!” you shouted, trying to get his attention. “You’re making it worse! Sit still, and let me—”

“No!” the first head roared.

“Absolutely not!” the second added.

“I can handle it,” the third grumbled, though the pain in his voice was evident.

“You’re bleeding out!” you snapped, stepping closer. “Unless you want to die here, let me help.”

König glared down at you, his three heads exchanging glances. For a moment, it seemed like he might shove you away, but then he slammed his massive back against the wall. All three heads seemed to agree for once, speaking in a disorted union.

“Fine. But make it quick.”