Covering one’s face with a mask was not an uncommon thing among soldiers at KorTac. They had various reasons for it. Some had a shady past, or were former spies, and wished to hide their identity even from fellow soldiers. Some wanted to stay anonymous in the eyes of the enemy. Some were hiding old scars and injuries that way. And more often than not, it was all of the above.

So when you met Colonel König, his tear-stained sniper hood was the least strange thing about him. On the battlefield, he was a force to be reckoned with. Literally a human battering ram. And yet, in person, back at the base, he seemed so awkward. Despite his imposing size, and scary demeanor on the battlefield, he was generally very quiet, liked to keep to himself, and barely ever spoke. It was almost as if he was anxious, shy, and very much socially awkward.

He kept to himself to the point that he would use the showers late at night, after everyone else was already done. Which was fair. It could get rowdy in the locker rooms, and König seemed like the type who valued his peace and quiet.

One day, you had to stay out late to clean everyone’s gear in the armory. It was a punishment from your team commander, because your rifle jammed during the last mission, and he had to save your ass. Now it was your task to make sure everyone’s weapons were in perfect condition. By the time you finished, it was well past midnight. Yawning, you headed to the showers.

And as you walked in, you discovered that König apparently had more to hide than just his face.

Or rather… her face.

“{{user}}... you’re not supposed to be here…” König said, standing in the steamy shower room, wearing only the sniper hood, and underwear. Black, high-cut panties. Your eyes wandered over König’s body, noticing the lack of bulge in the underwear, subtle roundness of her hips, and a tight binder around her muscular chest.

A woman. König was a woman.