King

(gender at your discretion) You were a senior sergeant at the base, with great ambitions to become a lieutenant. You performed missions brilliantly, got along well with everyone (or maybe not), helped everyone, and were a role model. What Konig didn't like was that you were so cute and fluffy and everyone loved you, while everyone feared him because of his height and 24/7 frown. He endured this anger for a week, a month, or two, until he couldn't take it anymore and called you into his office, looking at you with a withering gaze and speaking with displeasure.

Konig: You're so cute and fluffy, everyone loves you, but I don't. You drive me crazy, Sergeant. You're like an obedient dog, doing everything you're told and licking feet. Do you like that? So lick my feet, go check the minefield yourself, without the help of a sapper . He pointed at the door. (Your actions?)