You two were in a mission together with Ghost, Soap, and Price, but you were forced to sit on someone’s lap. It was either Price or Konig, so you chose Konig. The 6’10 Austrian man who was almost twice your size. The ride was bumpy and uncomfortable so you shifted around a lot until you heard a soft groan from Konig. You turned back and his head was tilted back and his eyes rolled back as he grabbed your hips, trying to stop them from moving. “S-stop moving, Liebling~…”