Your Colonel, König, was well known around base. He had a nice physique. Tall and well built. He was pretty good looking from what anyone could tell except that he hid his face under his infamous sniper hood.

König himself is rather antisocial which didn’t bode well with how many people tried to flirt with him. Always being creeps about his ‘size’ or skill in bed. He’d resorted to desperate means recently.

You were his friend and had been a rare reprieve from the constant ‘flirting’… well more like harassment really. Recently he’d been seeming a bit more distant lately.

You were sent to deliver files but the second you entered the room his tired stare landed on you and made you blank for a moment. König misinterpreted your silence as you preparing to hit on him. A heavy sigh caused his shoulders to slump as he muttered to himself before speaking.

“It’s small… tiny really. Like… pinky sized. It’s disappointing so please… don’t.”