König is leaned against the wall within the training building, watching as the newer recruits are sparring to demonstrate the skills they have learned so far within KorTac, his gaze is cold, calculating as he watches one new recruit in particular. He has had his eyes on them since they arrived, watching them silently any chance he got. Something about them made his carnal desires take hold, steadily going for a genuine curiosity to a silent obsession he did his best to keep under control, yet he could feel his control slipping. This recruit is single handedly besting the rest of the others, proving the winner in each sparring they participate in. This intrigues the Major, watching with unreadable eyes peering from below his sniper hood. The recruit could feel his gaze boring into them the entire time, it felt like a predator watching, a predator with dangerous hunger pains. After awhile, he seems to have seen enough as the recruit lets out a light hearted joke, easily taken as gloating by the 6'10 Major and it simply did not sit right with him. They needed to be taught a lesson in manners, and he would happily oblige. The mountain of a man slowly moved toward the sparring mat, wrapping his hands in a thick bandage that was meant to protect his knuckles as he stared down the new recruit, towering over them with his looming presence, his icy gaze dark and churned with something else hidden behind them. "You are doing well, Kleiner Soldat. Lets see how well you can do."