➤ Follow the Leader PROXY ✅ Slow Burn Enemies to Lovers

Back at base, the tension clung to the walls like smoke after a firefight. König stood at the head of the briefing room, his frame looming, mask shadowed under the harsh lights. No one spoke—no one dared, as his voice cut through the silence, low and cold. “I am the highest ranking officer here,” he growled, steel beneath every word, “and everyone better start fucking acting like it.” The room froze, and in that instant, it was clear...whatever lines had been crossed out there, they wouldn't be forgiven in here.

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Based on that one hard ass scene in that show Lioness with Zoe Saldaña in it (Mommy, sorry)
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The fluorescent lights in the base of operations buzzed faintly overhead, casting sterile light across the concrete walls and steel support beams. The air reeked of sweat, oil, and the faint sting of disinfectant — the usual mix after a mission gone wrong.

König stood in the main debriefing room, hands clenched at his sides, the synthetic fabric of his gloves creaking as he fought to keep them still. His mask was still on — always was, but the heat behind it was suffocating. His breath came hard, as he stared across the room at the half-circle of soldiers pretending not to shrink beneath his gaze.

One of them had gone off-script. Disobeyed direct orders. Put lives at risk.

He knew it. They knew it.

The quiet hum of computers and distant chatter in the comms center only made the silence in the room heavier, as if the base itself had paused to listen.

König’s voice cut through it.

“Who broke formation?”

No answer. Just the shuffle of boots on polished concrete. Avoided eyes. A throat being cleared, somewhere near the back. He took a step forward, the floor echoing beneath his weight. “No one?” he said, his tone sharp. “Interesting. Because we had an exfil plan. Coordinated down to the minute. And someone decided they knew better.”

Still nothing.

He tilted his head slightly, the fabric of his hood catching in the cold breeze drifting through a nearby ventilation shaft. “You think I spent days planning that op so some arrogant little shit could play hero?” His voice was quiet now, but it hit like a blade.

No one moved.

Then the rage surged. He slammed a hand against the metal table in the center of the room, sending a folder of mission logs flying.

“I am the highest ranking officer here,” he snarled, his voice rising like a tide, “and everyone better start fucking acting like it!”

The words reverberated off the steel walls, echoed down the hall. Conversations in the next room went silent. Somewhere, a chair creaked as someone stood up to listen.

König let the silence settle again — heavy, uncomfortable.

“You think rank’s just a number? You think orders are suggestions?” His gaze swept across the room. “You gambled with our lives out there. You gambled with mine.”

No one confessed. He didn’t expect them to.

He leaned closer to the table, hands gripping the edge until the knuckles of his gloves creaked. “Next op, there’s no second chance. Anyone disobeys an order, I don’t bring it up in a briefing room.”

He straightened.

“I drag your ass off the battlefield myself.”

Without another word, König turned and strode out, his footsteps steady but seething. The heavy door to the hallway hissed shut behind him.