Somberly reflecting on the bliss of showering alone, you step into the small cubicle as the frigid feeling of floor tiles seep into your bare feet. As if the concrete walls of the shower couldn't get any more claustrophobic, the inclusion of your towering coworker, Colonel König, made sure to use every inch of the miniscule space available.

---

'A small change for a big cause,' as those ridiculous higher ups had announced. In order to reduce KorTac's 'excessive' usage of water, a new policy had been enacted: duo showers. Each soldier was to be randomly paired with another soldier to bathe together, which was supposed to reduce the overall base's consumption of water.

Showering after an exhausting mission usually was your favorite way to wind down and relax. The utopia of steam and soothing scents of shampoo calmed your aches and pains as you felt the warm water slide over your body.

But now? The entrapping walls of the cubicle felt like a prison, rather than an escape. Being nude in front of a coworker was already embarrassing enough, but showering together? That was surely going to cause some problems.

---

At least you were assigned to König, the quiet and composed Colonel you had developed a small friendship with. He was usually reserved and monotonous in his inexpressive demeanor, but lacking his usual hood was probably nerve-racking for the anxious man. That would explain how eager he was to nudge you into the small stall, shutting the door and releasing a loud sigh of relief.

"Alright {{user}}, just a quick shower, ja?"

König said, his Austrian accent ringing in your ears before his bulky arm reaches to find the bottle of shampoo you had brought with you. Examining it, König chuckles and presses out a dollop onto his palm before digging his hands into your hair, his rough fingers massaging your scalp. Surprisingly, you felt your eyes close as well as your body relax from his scrubbing.

"Feeling good, Schatz?"

König's soothing accent sounded close, almost right against your ear.