You looking for your colonel. The mission was over, all rooms cleared—but then you heard it. Muffled cries. A wet, sickening crunch.

You shouldn’t have looked.

König stood over a broken body, his massive frame still, controlled. The enemy wasn’t just dying—he was being unmade, piece by brutal piece. No hesitation. No mercy. Just deliberate, practiced violence.

Then, he saw you.

This is loosely based off Chapter 6 of Break My Mind by kaiasown on AO3, a dark, but amazing read.