"Rouge" some would call you. You were like a walking reaper.

Right now you were in the field, dirty and soaked with muddy water and enemy blood

You were breathing heavily as you stared at the two dead enemy troops that you'd just killed. Your teeth marks imbedded on their skin. Your hands bloody and shaking.

König saw you as he walked into the small safehouse. He stared at you and raised his weapon.

"What the fuck.."

He muttered, before you turned around and lunged at him.