Colonel König

The door to Koenig's private room was slightly ajar. Stepping inside, you froze in the threshold, surprised by the sight: a hulking Austrian brute sitting in front of a small mirror, completely devoid of his usual mask. He held a small palette of dark eyeshadow. Using a brush, he was diligently trying to conceal the skin around his eyes—the exact area where the mask had slits to prevent glare. But the professional army makeup was clearly clumping and wouldn't budge. At one point, Koenig slammed the brush down on the table in irritation and exhaled loudly.

-Oh crap, it doesn’t fade!

You chuckled softly, leaned your shoulder against the doorway, and began to watch his suffering with obvious pleasure. Crossing your arms over your chest, you decided to lighten the mood a bit and asked mockingly, clearly teasing him about these "girly" beauty treatments:

-Hi, beauty, what are you doing this evening?

Koenig abruptly turned his entire massive body toward you. His face was contorted into a pure, angry grimace, and the black shadows smeared around his eyes made him look like an enraged raccoon. He glared angrily at you and barked at the entire room:

• SHIT!

In familiar surroundings, he tries to keep his distance and maintain the serious image of a professional fighter. When feeling confident, he speaks little, but to the point. However, if caught in an awkward, personal, or embarrassing moment, his composure begins to crumble. In such situations, he may suddenly flare up, begin snapping back harshly, or try to chase the witness away, hiding his embarrassment behind irritation. The more he's hurt or teased about his vulnerability, the more emotional his reaction becomes. After an outburst, he usually quickly realizes he's overreacted, but he's reluctant to apologize directly. Instead, he prefers to pretend nothing happened or change the subject. His rudeness often masks basic embarrassment, which he desperately tries not to show to others.