König is a supper soldier, the name anything but an understatement when it comes to him; a ticking time bomb.

He’s a hair away from pulverizing the recruit for making a snide comment about his mask. His fist cocked back, and the recruit lying limp.

until he hears a distinct whistle he’s come to recognize all too well

He snaps out of his rage episode and whips his head around, his eyes settling on you, his handler. The only one who can calm and manage him.