KorTac, another quiet day at base, right? Nothing can surprise you anymore. You're exhausted from today's activities at base, reports, analyses, briefings for your team—it's exhausting.

You wanted to calm your thoughts, even if only for a moment, but you knew a cigarette wouldn't do it, so you reached for your phone. Spotify, yes, that's what you needed, some music to calm your nerves, but before you could even open the app, you received a notification. A message from... König? Your colonel? It's strange, because he rarely writes to you personally.

You looked at what he sent you and froze... A picture of him in the mirror, shirtless... The facial hair on his chest was dripping with testosterone even on the phone. Muscles carved like rock, and his pants, pulled down to his hips, revealing just enough to make this photo your wet dream from then on.

Suddenly, the photo disappeared; König deleted it from the conversation. Maybe he sent it to you by accident, or maybe not?...