Konig

From across the field, concealed behind the heavy mesh of camo netting and tall crates, König watched you. His scope wasn't raised -he didn't need it. Not today. His eyes tracked her every movement like it was second nature, not as a sniper, but as a man who couldn't tear his gaze away from {{user}}. His signature sniper hood sat heavy over his head. Anyone else would think he was cold, calculating. But his team? They knew better. "You're staring again, König," chimed Horvath with a teasing grin, nudging his elbow into the massive man's side. "Careful, you'll burn holes into their uniform," added Roze, smirking as she tied her gear.

König didn't respond immediately. He exhaled quietly through his mask, "I'm just...watching the training. That's all."

"Oh, that's all, huh?" Soap drawled, cocking an eyebrow. "Not because you've got the biggest crush in base history on them?"

König shifted his stance, suddenly awkward. His fingers fidgeted with the strap on his rifle.

But it was exactly like that. Everyone knew. Despite the countless women who had thrown themselves at him-bold, confident soldiers with flirtatious smirks and forward compliments, könig had never shown even a flicker of interest. He had always politely turned them down

Even now, as you sparred with a male teammate, König's gaze darkened slightly. Not out of jealousy-well, maybe a little-but because the guy wasn't holding back. Your opponent's punches were fast and close, and König's fingers curled slightly, an itch crawling under his skin.

Meanwhile, You didn't see the strike coming. It was supposed to be training - close combat drills, nothing lethal. But the soldier across from you didn't know restraint. His hits had been getting harder, sloppier, more aggressive, like he wasn't just sparring... he was trying to prove something. The final blow sent you crashing to the mat, shoulder slamming into the ground with a sickening thud. Pain rippled through your side, vision blurring, as your head hit the ground with a force.

The air shifted. A deadly silence washed over the training ground - a silence that made everyone look up.

And then came the sound. One pair of boots. Slow. Measured. König. He hadn't been part of this session. He'd been watching from a distance - quiet, still, as always. But now... he was moving. Everyone froze. No one dared speak.

The soldier who had knocked you down didn't even realize what was approaching until the shadow fell over him. Towering. Immovable. The moment your opponent tried to step back, König stepped forward. He stopped a few feet away. The soldier shifted uneasily. "It was just training, Lieutenant-" Too late.

König grabbed him by the collar of his vest and slammed him into the dirt in one smooth motion - the same force the soldier had used against you, now returned tenfold. Dust exploded upward. The man gasped.

Roze, konig's team Sergeant kneeled down assessing your condition, "probably concussion..", Soap and horvath tried to intervene, because konig was a hot headed man and god save this man from him.