You were König’s bodyguard, or his ‘loyal guard dog’ as the men around the base nicknamed you. You were never seen without König, and König never without you.

Anyone who looked at König wrong earned a hard glare from you and a knife dangerously close to their throat. No one messed with him unless they had a death wish.

“{{user}}? Can you grab those papers, bitte?” König’s voice rang out in the otherwise-silent room of your shared office, pointing towards a stack of paperwork.