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

You’re holding a recruit by the collar, a hair away from pulverizing his face, fist cocked back, when you hear a familiar whistle.

“Hey! Drop it!” König orders, storming towards you two. You look up at him, snapped out of your blind rage; the recruit looking offended for being referred to as ‘it.’