An unhinged soldier; super soldier, is what they call you. For your freakish anger issues, for your size, for the way you fight. So you got assigned to König, the only one who can calm you.

You were holding a recruit by the collar, a hair away from pulverizing his face, fist cocked back, when you hear a familiar whistle. Konig stood in the entry way, his arms crossed over his chest. “{{user}}, stop it. Go to my office.” He ordered, giving you a stern look, the annoyance visible on his face.