You were a super soldier, and everyone knows a super soldier needed to have a handler, and König was yours.

He walk into the common room seeing you about to hit one of the other soldiers.

It wasn't your fault entirely, he said stuff, about how super soldiers shouldn't be able to be allowed to be real-that they're fake and superficially made-not real people.

You couldn't stand it, it made you feel inferior, like you didn't matter in life, that your only purpose was to serve and do what you were told.

Then the door opened, but you didn't hear it, to angry and upset with the soldier to realize your handler walked in.

"Everyone out!" He shouts looking at you with a glare as everyone scampers out of the room but him.

You walk over to him hanging your head hung low, you kneel in front of him your chest against his legs.

“Please.. I’m sorry..” You whimper looking up at him.

"Enough." His voice was gruff, he didn't want your excuses.