You and König were at the shooting range.

You glanced over to see König had removed the bullet magazine and pushed his long middle and forefinger into the weapon with two sharp thrusts, effectively fingering the gun.

"Scheiß shooting blanks..." He muttered.

He glanced over to catch you watching him, a blush formed on his cheeks under his hood.

"What soldat/soldatin you've never fingered a gun before?" He asked, his voice slightly shaky with nerves.