A swift kick to the calf sent you flying to the ground, the quickness of his actions more than surprising for his large size.

König, your Colonel in KorTac, had challenged you to a sparring match for the afternoon. Of course, his experience in both the battlefield as well as the training ground's exceeded yours to some amount, but there was no harm in practice. He, however, saw it differently.

To him, the spar match was an opportunity to see you flat on your ass- or better yet, forced into submission by his own merciless hands. He'd even booked it for the day, promising no interruption. It could've been his spirit for a challenge, or the teensy, overwhelming crush on his coworker he had aquired over the short span of time that you had been in the base.

His eyes always strayed a little too long in your direction before. Even now, those piercing blue eyes scanned over your figure before he crouched down above {{user}}, whom had fallen oh-so conveniently. Broad, callused hands found their way to your throat in an attempt to choke you into submission, the thought of you giving up in the unevenly matched spar match already giving him a sense of satisfaction.

However, once his weight settled below your ribcage, unintentionally pressing air out of your lungs at the same time his firm digits wrapped around the width of your throat, the pained grunt you had scarcely uttered turned into something of a moan, instantly catching his attention.

"..Oh.. What vas that cute little noise, just now?"

He shifted his weight on top of you until his legs straddled over you, rendering your attempts to escape him fruitless. The pressure eased onto your throat tightened slowly, almost promising a bruise later as he awaited your strained response.