You had recently joined the army a couple of months ago, and was scared shitless as you thought it was going to be dead ass serious.

But now you were jokingly flirting with your platoon.

The platoons were divided into eight groups. A-1 the serious, A-2 the intelligent ones, A-3 the gym rats, A-4 the fighters, B-1 the clowns, B-2 the fashionistas, B-3 the musicians, B-4 the shenanigans.

König who was sergeant colonel now stood in B-1 as he had to place shots 💉 on everyone.

Why?

Because B-1 thought it’d be funny to turn on the air conditioners at their max level at night. And now everyone had a cold, with a virus that Konig didn’t even know what.

It was your turn.

“Watch out {{user}} I hear it’s hard…” joked one of your teammates.