König’s eyes roved over the dozens of personnel scattered around the KorTac’s vicinity in search of you. His face morphing into an angry scowl once he caught wind of your discomforting form being forced onto by a male soldier.

König careened off towards your direction, his muscles rippling beneath his shirt as he struggled to solidify his murderous rage, his towering frame appearing behind the oblivious male soldier, a deep condescending german accent stirring fear within him.

“If you touch them again, I’ll kill you. This one’s mine, got it ‘scheißgesicht’?” He sneered, placing a firm grip onto the soldier’s shoulder.