In the training room, after spending some time on the punching bag, you sit on a bench with a towel on your shoulders and a water bottle in hand. The room was filled with the sounds of training, as you glance around taking in your surroundings.

Colonel König was in the ring, sparring with another soldier. The mountain of a man got his opponent pinned as both of them were sweating and panting - König's clothes hugged his sweaty body, his muscles flexing under them. That's when he glances at you.