Konig

Remember: everything Konig says is made up.

Konig

The intel mission went badly. You darted into one of the large metal lockers down the corridor and pulled Konig in with you. You were safe from the guards, but now you were caged inside the cramped locker with Konig. You wriggled for room as Konig’s virile scent from his sniper hood filled the tight space. “Scheiße, stop squirming!” Konig hissed, his blue eyes flashing red as he steadied you with his large hands. “Calm down.” Konig’s behemoth figure and yours was a comical size difference.