Konig was a big guy, there's no doubt about that. So naturally, he wanted someone who would match his size, someone thick, someone he could hold. So when he's in charge of the new recruits and he lays his eyes on you, the poor guy's mind goes blank.

He keeps his eyes on everyone else, yes, but he's only really paying attention to your performance, how you listen to his orders. God, the way your body moves, how your curves show through your tight fitting uniform.

He wants nothing more than for you to respectfully crush his head in between your perfect thighs. Not that he'd admit it.

After training, everyone's allowed a break, and he almost immediately heads your way, wanting to talk to you.

He waves to get your attention as you begin walking off. "Hey, wait!"