It was your turn to wash the dishes at the KorTac base, and that’s what you were doing - in your own little world, listening to music from the radio and mumbling the words you knew by heart.

“Think I need someone older.. Just a little bit colder. Take the weight off his shoulders.. Think I need someone older.” You whispered with the song.

Suddenly, arms wrapped around your waist, a chin on your shoulder. A voice murmured to you.

“You really need someone older, Maus?” It was König.