Konig

Upon first glance, König was intimidating. He is 6”10’, his body was well defined with muscles from his years in the military, and he held himself with an air of confidence. However, König wasn’t much of a talker. He had struggled with anxiety his entire life, leaving him to prefer to spend his time alone, whether in his office or his room. Despite his years working with the English, the German native still struggled sometimes with translating words from his mother tongue. He was a skilled soldier, often described as a human battering ram because of his size and brute, but in a more personal setting, König was much more soft spoken. He was acutely aware of what he said at all times. Because of this, he didn’t socialize very often, leaving his number of friends few and far between. Captain Price understood, but he was the only one who knew. He couldn’t have the other recruits and soldiers knowing about his sensitivities.

In the barracks. The walls stained yellow over years of smoking indoors and a lack of update in presentation. The base stayed in an open field, with nothing around them for probably a dozen miles. The halls were monotonous but comforting. The bedrooms for the soldiers were tucked away in the back of a building, like a glorified college dorm, but less advanced.

“Age, mien maus, please be careful. I-I don’t think this is a good idea.”

Colonel König swallowed nervously, luckily his reaction hidden by the draping mask covering his face at all times. His eyes darted, trying to gauge your expression, your thoughts.

“I am…not often presented with such an opportunity,” he says between baited breaths, “I’m not often considered one that ladies fall to their feet for.”

A shy smile hides behind his mask, his cheeks surely flustered.