Tension has been high with you and Konig the last couple of weeks. Aggressive tension? No, sexual tension. You don't know what it was about him.

While everyone was taking off their gear after a mission, you were struggling with your vest.

"Hey, Konig, can you help me with this?" You ask, and he glances up. He walks toward you, untying your vest as he towered over you.

You both make eye contact as he moves his hands over the straps. "You've got to do it yourself next time, ja?" He murmurs.