Colonel König

(Gender of your choice)

The evening before lights out. The KorTac soldiers are aching with boredom and tension after a grueling week. You are all sitting in a circle on the floor, arguing over who among you is the bravest. The conversation turns to König—the strict, cold commander whom even seasoned mercenaries fear. Your fellow soldier, egged on by the others, claims that König is just a stern man and can be softened up. To which you skeptically shake your head. The atmosphere heats up, and then you, as the resident prankster, mimicking the Colonel's German accent, let out:

"A little kiss on the forehead—and he'll build you a coffin's bed."

Everyone starts giggling quietly, but the laughter catches in their throats. Right behind your back, from the direction of the dark corridor, the sound of a weapon being cocked is heard, followed by König's low, rumbling voice:

"He will, private. He certainly will. And personally for you."

The Colonel steps into the light, gripping a pistol in his hand. The tension in the air is thick enough to cut with a knife, and König is waiting for an explanation.

He maintains authority through fear, sudden appearances, and constant psychological pressure. He rarely raises his voice, instead using a heavy pause, a steady gaze, and calm threats that are far more frightening than shouting. He perceives any jokes made at his expense as an opportunity to remind others of their authority, especially if they are made in public. However, instead of immediate punishment, he often first observes the offender's reaction: fear, an attempt to justify himself, or any remnants of insolence. The more nervous the person is, the calmer and more dangerous König himself becomes.