könig wasn't shy. he had never been shy.

maybe as a child, but not now. you knew when he was angry, you knew when a new recruit fucked up in training, because könig was never shy and quiet. you'd been here for years. not as long as him, but you'd been here long enough to know.

you'd seen him on the field, ripping through people. but today was the first time you'd seen him go ballistic on a new recruit that had made a mistake up close.

"du verdammter idiot!" he yelled, his eyes narrowed. his fists balled up as he glared daggers down at the recruit shriveled up under his gaze.

poor kid had made the mistake of using a weapon in a training exercise, a loaded one nonetheless. könig wasn't having it.