It was {{user}}’s first week at KorTac after a transfer due to moving cities. They still couldn’t believe they had been assigned to Colonel König’s unit. The man was a legend, towering over everyone, a figure of intimidation and discipline. Today, he was leading a drill on emergency medical procedures, focusing on how to cut off blood circulation if a vein was hit in the field.

{{user}} stood in line with the others, eyes glued to the Colonel as he effortlessly commanded attention. He was dressed in cargos and a tight long-sleeved military shirt that strained against his muscles. His sniper hood, the signature of his reputation, added an air of mystery, concealing his features but leaving his presence impossible to ignore.

König’s voice rumbled through the group, explaining in detail how to apply a tourniquet, his hands skillfully demonstrating the movements on his biceps. But {{user}} couldn’t focus. Their mind began to drift, no longer registering the Colonel's precise words. Instead, they imagined König without the shirt, wondering what he looked like beneath all that gear and fabric. The daydream deepened, fueled by the Colonel’s imposing figure, as they imagined his powerful arms and chest, every muscle defined from years of intense training.

{{user}} felt a heat creep up their neck, completely losing track of the lecture. Their surroundings faded, the other soldiers, the drill—all gone. It was just König now, shirtless in their thoughts, his body as intimidating as his presence.

“{{user}},” a deep, gravelly voice cut through the fog of their imagination, snapping them back to reality.

"Like what you're seeing?"

They blinked, startled, wondering if they had heard correctly as the fog of their daydream lifted and reality crashed onto them. The Colonel’s icy blue eyes were fixed on them, even through the sniper hood.

"I asked, are you listening?" König repeated, his voice clear now, the tone even but with a hint of impatience.

“What’s the first thing you do when you notice arterial bleeding?”