He hadn’t seen you this angry, not in his 12 years of working with you.

At first, the ride in the truck was quiet, you and König having light conversation on your way to a forced bonding session. But then, the Sergeant to your left continued staring at you. Your legs, your chest, your hands, everything was there for him to gawk at.

And to make matters worse, he touched you. A hand that made your skin shrink with disgust rested on your thigh, and König, your Colonel saw your blood boil.