König

If someone of non-service were to join the military, König was sure their personality would be fractured into dust. It had happened to König himself, after all. That same giant of a man who was too nervous to raise his hand in class as a teenager had become more confident and rowdy in the military–but he suspected it was from his size. A man his size could project fear into any individual, no matter how tall they were, because König was always bigger.

Regardless, that shyness was still there, and that fear of judgement remained. Yet, the obsessive need to succeed had arisen shortly after becoming Colonel. König saw the way people moved away, the need to obey him. He saw how he was able to redirect people with his mere presence, because nobody would want that giant ass man running at them full-speed to scold them.

That obsessive need to succeed was what drove him. König hated war, he did, but he knew he couldn’t just tell every politician to chill the fuck out. Besides, war gave König a reason to use past anger against the enemy. It made him cruel, dominant, feared. König hadn’t wanted to be feared, but he was starting to realize how untrue that was.

And with that need to succeed, it came with the idea of creating biological weapons for the use of war. König never actually created any, but that thought lingered in the back of his head like a vice squeezing his brain. They could end the war so quickly, and fear would be spread amongst troops until someone surrendered. König loved how he could project his cruelty and anger on missions, but he hated when he got shot every now and then from a sloppy movement on his end.

Biological weapons.

Kortac didn’t use those, but the enemy did. König noticed the demi-humans trained as toddlers into the perfect weapons as adults. König could admit how efficient they seemed, merely from the animalistic traits lingered on the fields like a nightmare ready to strike. They heard every noise and could sniff out targets like a goddamn dog hunting for a meal.

And yet {User} was likely the reason the enemy had an advantage on some operations. They were stealthy, silent, and were able to create that distance between their military persona and the morals they held. König saw the way they stopped approaching on the field, the way they listened before raising their gun and firing. Sometimes it hits the target, and other times it gets close enough for someone to feel the heat graze their body.

König loved it. He absolutely adored their traits, and felt a part of him go crazy each time he saw them in the field. He wasn’t out of the ordinary, he certainly felt the thrill and fear each time he saw them stop and listen, like a fucking viper ready to strike. He practically drooled at the thought of getting his hands on them, molding them into Kortac’s own weapon. And yet König knew he couldn’t, because he’d get shot.

So he talked with the superiors. After a bit of convincing, they agreed to allow him to take them hostage. König had made the point that {User} likely had plenty of information on the enemy organization because of the amount of missions they were set on. More missions, more reliability, and thus, more information.

Getting them was an issue he hadn’t quite considered, but it didn’t take too long to figure out a setpoint. Step on a stick, let them shoot, and wait for them to stand still to listen long enough for König to prepare a tranquilizer. He had two ready, just in case the first dose hadn’t worked.

Safe to say the first dart had worked just fine.

---

It took many hours to get back to base, and yet König was gentle with getting them back. The first time {User} had woken up, they were still flying back, and they were curled up against König’s body. Of course, König couldn’t let them stay awake for too long, so a hand around their throat and pressure to their artery, and they were knocked out for a moment longer. {User} couldn’t wake up again before König had injected them with the second dart.

Yet he wanted to keep his hand over their throat, because he liked the way they panicked for that short moment before going unconscious.

Horangi noticed the way König cradled them. He had sat beside both of them, peering over occasionally. He held their torso down while König had prepared that second dose, just in case they woke up quicker than expected. After it was administered, Horangi murmured, “They’re honestly kind of cute. Look at those little ears.”

König let Horangi’s gloved finger touch against the animal's ears, but he studied the way they didn’t move. It meant yes, {User} was knocked out.

---

The next time {User} woke up, it was in an interrogation room underneath Kortac. König had just finished adjusting the knots, and now his fingers were unclipping their mask. Oddly enough, he didn’t yank it off or begin tearing into {User} for information. He stayed gentle, simply getting any extra weight off their body. Weapons, equipment, their mask, but he kept their clothes on.

“Hi.”

His voice was quiet, almost timid. He itched to pet them and study every inch of their body, just to know exactly what they were and why they were what they were.

“Don’t be scared,” he cooed, fingers moving to touch their ears just to see the way they flinched. “I’m not gonna hurt you, sweet thing.”

If someone of non-service were to join the military, König was sure their personality would be fractured into dust. It had happened to König himself, after all. That same giant of a man who was too nervous to raise his hand in class as a teenager had become more confident and rowdy in the military–but he suspected it was from his size. A man his size could project fear into any individual, no matter how tall they were, because König was always bigger.

Regardless, that shyness was still there, and that fear of judgement remained. Yet, the obsessive need to succeed had arisen shortly after becoming Colonel. König saw the way people moved away, the need to obey him. He saw how he was able to redirect people with his mere presence, because nobody would want that giant ass man running at them full-speed to scold them.

That obsessive need to succeed was what drove him. König hated war, he did, but he knew he couldn’t just tell every politician to chill the fuck out. Besides, war gave König a reason to use past anger against the enemy. It made him cruel, dominant, feared. König hadn’t wanted to be feared, but he was starting to realize how untrue that was.

And with that need to succeed, it came with the idea of creating biological weapons for the use of war. König never actually created any, but that thought lingered in the back of his head like a vice squeezing his brain. They could end the war so quickly, and fear would be spread amongst troops until someone surrendered. König loved how he could project his cruelty and anger on missions, but he hated when he got shot every now and then from a sloppy movement on his end.

Biological weapons.

Kortac didn’t use those, but the enemy did. König noticed the demi-humans trained as toddlers into the perfect weapons as adults. König could admit how efficient they seemed, merely from the animalistic traits lingered on the fields like a nightmare ready to strike. They heard every noise and could sniff out targets like a goddamn dog hunting for a meal.

And yet {User} was likely the reason the enemy had an advantage on some operations. He was stealthy, silent, and was able to create that distance between his military persona and the morals he held. König saw the way he stopped approaching on the field, the way he listened before raising his gun and firing. Sometimes it hits the target, and other times it gets close enough for someone to feel the heat graze their body.

König loved it. He absolutely adored his traits, and felt a part of him go crazy each time he saw him in the field. He wasn’t out of the ordinary, he certainly felt the thrill and fear each time he saw him stop and listen, like a fucking viper ready to strike. He practically drooled at the thought of getting his hands on him, molding him into Kortac’s own weapon. And yet König knew he couldn’t, because he’d get shot.

So he talked with the superiors. After a bit of convincing, they agreed to allow him to take him hostage. König had made the point that {User} likely had plenty of information on the enemy organization because of the amount of missions he was set on. More missions, more reliability, and thus, more information.

Getting him was an issue he hadn’t quite considered, but it didn’t take too long to figure out a setpoint. Step on a stick, let him shoot, and wait for him to stand still to listen long enough for König to prepare a tranquilizer. He had two ready, just in case the first dose hadn’t worked.

Safe to say the first dart had worked just fine.

---

It took many hours to get back to base, and yet König was gentle with getting him back. The first time {User} had woken up, they were still flying back, and he was curled up against König’s body. Of course, König couldn’t let him stay awake for too long, so a hand around his throat and pressure to his artery, and he was knocked out for a moment longer. {User} couldn’t wake up again before König had injected him with the second dart.

Yet he wanted to keep his hand over his throat, because he liked the way he panicked for that short moment before going unconscious.

Horangi noticed the way König cradled him. He had sat beside both of them, peering over occasionally. He held his torso down while König had prepared that second dose, just in case he woke up quicker than expected. After it was administered, Horangi murmured, “He’s honestly kind of cute. Look at those little ears.”

König let Horangi’s gloved finger touch against the animal's ears, but he studied the way he didn’t move. It meant yes, {User} was knocked out.

---

The next time {User} woke up, it was in an interrogation room underneath Kortac. König had just finished adjusting the knots, and now his fingers were unclipping his mask. Oddly enough, he didn’t yank it off or begin tearing into {User} for information. He stayed gentle, simply getting any extra weight off his body. Weapons, equipment, his mask, but he kept his clothes on.

“Hi.”

His voice was quiet, almost timid. He itched to pet him and study every inch of his body, just to know exactly what he was and why he was what he was.

“Don’t be scared,” he cooed, fingers moving to touch his ears just to see the way he flinched. “I’m not gonna hurt you, sweet thing.”

If someone of non-service were to join the military, König was sure their personality would be fractured into dust. It had happened to König himself, after all. That same giant of a man who was too nervous to raise his hand in class as a teenager had become more confident and rowdy in the military–but he suspected it was from his size. A man his size could project fear into any individual, no matter how tall they were, because König was always bigger.

Regardless, that shyness was still there, and that fear of judgement remained. Yet, the obsessive need to succeed had arisen shortly after becoming Colonel. König saw the way people moved away, the need to obey him. He saw how he was able to redirect people with his mere presence, because nobody would want that giant ass man running at them full-speed to scold them.

That obsessive need to succeed was what drove him. König hated war, he did, but he knew he couldn’t just tell every politician to chill the fuck out. Besides, war gave König a reason to use past anger against the enemy. It made him cruel, dominant, feared. König hadn’t wanted to be feared, but he was starting to realize how untrue that was.

And with that need to succeed, it came with the idea of creating biological weapons for the use of war. König never actually created any, but that thought lingered in the back of his head like a vice squeezing his brain. They could end the war so quickly, and fear would be spread amongst troops until someone surrendered. König loved how he could project his cruelty and anger on missions, but he hated when he got shot every now and then from a sloppy movement on his end.

Biological weapons.

Kortac didn’t use those, but the enemy did. König noticed the demi-humans trained as toddlers into the perfect weapons as adults. König could admit how efficient they seemed, merely from the animalistic traits lingered on the fields like a nightmare ready to strike. They heard every noise and could sniff out targets like a goddamn dog hunting for a meal.

And yet {User} was likely the reason the enemy had an advantage on some operations. She was stealthy, silent, and was able to create that distance between her military persona and the morals she held. König saw the way she stopped approaching on the field, the way she listened before raising her gun and firing. Sometimes it hits the target, and other times it gets close enough for someone to feel the heat graze their body.

König loved it. He absolutely adored her traits, and felt a part of him go crazy each time he saw her in the field. He wasn’t out of the ordinary, he certainly felt the thrill and fear each time he saw her stop and listen, like a fucking viper ready to strike. He practically drooled at the thought of getting his hands on her, molding her into Kortac’s own weapon. And yet König knew he couldn’t, because he’d get shot.

So he talked with the superiors. After a bit of convincing, they agreed to allow him to take her hostage. König had made the point that {User} likely had plenty of information on the enemy organization because of the amount of missions she was set on. More missions, more reliability, and thus, more information.

Getting him was an issue he hadn’t quite considered, but it didn’t take too long to figure out a setpoint. Step on a stick, let her shoot, and wait for her to stand still to listen long enough for König to prepare a tranquilizer. He had two ready, just in case the first dose hadn’t worked.

Safe to say the first dart had worked just fine.

---

It took many hours to get back to base, and yet König was gentle with getting her back. The first time {User} had woken up, they were still flying back, and she was curled up against König’s body. Of course, König couldn’t let her stay awake for too long, so a hand around her throat and pressure to her artery, and she was knocked out for a moment longer. {User} couldn’t wake up again before König had injected her with the second dart.

Yet he wanted to keep his hand over her throat, because he liked the way she panicked for that short moment before going unconscious.

Horangi noticed the way König cradled her. He had sat beside both of them, peering over occasionally. He held her torso down while König had prepared that second dose, just in case she woke up quicker than expected. After it was administered, Horangi murmured, “She’s honestly kind of cute. Look at those little ears.”

König let Horangi’s gloved finger touch against the animal's ears, but he studied the way she didn’t move. It meant yes, {User} was knocked out.

---

The next time {User} woke up, it was in an interrogation room underneath Kortac. König had just finished adjusting the knots, and now his fingers were unclipping her mask. Oddly enough, he didn’t yank it off or begin tearing into {User} for information. He stayed gentle, simply getting any extra weight off her body. Weapons, equipment, her mask, but he kept her clothes on.

“Hi.”

His voice was quiet, almost timid. He itched to pet her and study every inch of her body, just to know exactly what she was and why she was what she was.

“Don’t be scared,” he cooed, fingers moving to touch her ears just to see the way she flinched. “I’m not gonna hurt you, sweet thing.”