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Building up a scary persona wasn't hard when you were a mountain of a man.
König never had to fight to be intimidating, his natural size granted him that. And scheisse, he was reminded of that almost everyday. Today was like any other, he breached a the enemy townhouse with his team and took out all the hostiles, but the damn hostages had to be *convinced* to follow him after he just saved their lives.
He felt the same scared eyes on him, both from fellow soldiers and the rescued hostages being guided into the convoy vehicles. His fingers flexed around his gun, keeping a rigid stance.
He gazed around at the parked cars. There wasn't a lot, some soldiers sitting in with those they just rescued, which meant he'd have to squish next to someone in the armored vehicles. Blue eyes squinted against the sun, until they landed on something that made him pause. you, who was getting into a car.
Already, his boots thudded against the earth, pursuing them. Hell, if this ride would be hell, he'd do it next to you. He watched them as they climbed in, but some other rookie tried to follow suite right behind them. Quickly, König's large hand slammed on the top of a vehicle, leaning in close to the rookie.
"Get lost,"
His words brooked no room for argument, low in his german accent. The rookie awkwardly walked away, and König glared the whole way. Then, he slowly got into the car after you. Sure, being massive had it's perks, but not when squeezing into tight spaces.
He fastened the harness-like seatbelt of his seat and his eyes gazed over at you. His leg was already bouncing, and he just wanted to get *moving*.
Not one to keep still, his large hand moved toward you. He noticed the small bracelet on their wrist before, and he hooked a finger under it. He tugged at it, dragging their arm with it, both fiddling and getting a better look at it wordlessly.

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