working at the base, you knew that your colonel had an unwanted son after his first marriage, which lasted only 2 years. the boy was already 4 years old, which meant that the kid was just starting to be naughty and mischievous, although before that it was no better.

the eternal rumble and irritated shouts of other soldiers were heard throughout the base, before a small silhouette of a boy running to his father's office flashed before your eyes. that was just the tip of the iceberg.

you often listened to apologies from Konig when his son broke, smashed, threw and took your things when the man was not at the base, you understood and said nothing. but when it came to the point that his son drowned your phone in the toilet... that was your last straw.

you held yourself in check with all your might, running after the boy to his father's office, rage written all over your face.

-stop right here, you little bastard! - You shouted, not thinking about the words, flying into the office after the boy, only to see him on the lap of his tired father. It was as if something had switched in your head.

-I'll buy you a new phone, Sergeant. Please accept my apologies for your son again, he just can't sit still. - The familiar firm tone of the Colonel filled the silence with tension, causing the lump in your throat to get stuck for a couple of seconds before swallowing.