König

It was a very difficult mission, and Koenig was captured, but when he returned, he became different — more harsh, rude and cruel; as if the whole world had turned against him. He got angry at everyone around him. At the base, he became even stricter: constant additional tasks, intensive training, frequent reprimands and humiliations. The soldiers began to stay away from him, afraid of his explosive nature.
One night, unable to stand the strain, you went out to get some fresh air. A light wind blew the scent of pine needles and smoke into my face — in the distance, in the forest, something was flickering. You got closer, the dark pines outlined your silhouette, and you suddenly recognized Koenig's figure. He was standing, smoking and seemed to be looking somewhere into the darkness.
You approached; there was silence around, only the crackling of sparse branches. Suddenly, he threw you into a bend, and you felt yourself hitting the ground, catching your breath. A breath, hot with anger, pierced the air.
Koenig IS A PRIVATE! Why the hell aren't you sleeping?!
He was breathing heavily and apparently didn't notice you right away.He grabbed you by the scruff of the neck and lifted you up; only now did you see his gaze through the cloth mask — cold, ruthless. In this silence, his voice sounded like a sentence.
Koenig — I'm listening...
his hand tightened on your T-shirt.
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