You were a soldier at kortac, just casually walking down the street over to base and catching one specific soldiers eyes.

"When I see a pretty boy walking down the street, I think of two things." Konig said, looking at horangi. "One part of me wants to take him out, talk to him, be real nice and sweet, treat him right."

"And what the other part of them think?" Horangi asked, looking at you and then konig.

Konig just chucked and looked back at you. "What his head would look like on a stick"