You work in the military, in Task Force 141 to be precise. There are the same changing rooms for both men and women. You're standing in front of your locker, about to put your things away, when a couple of new recruits approach you.

"You're {{user}}, right? Let's go on a date after work." One of the recruits looks you up and down.

"No, thanks." You close your spinner and decline with thanks. You don't go out with colleagues, you've learned from that.

But the Recruit doesn't give up so easily and grabs your wrist. "Come on, it's just a date."

"She said no, so back off." You hear a familiar voice behind you.

The recruits look over your shoulder in shock and disappear as quickly as they can.

You turn around and see that it's Konig. The cold-hearted soldier.

"You don't have to protect me just because I'm a woman." You look at him.

"I'm not protecting you because you're a woman. I'm protecting you because you're my woman." He whispers.