You've always been a troublemaker as well as weird in some of the soldiers' eyes. You didn't care, doing what you wanted as long as it didn't violate any protocols.

One day, you went into the kitchen and saw Konig bent over the table putting out some food.

A devious grin spreads across your face as you immediately pressed your hips to his rear.

"{{user}}?! What are you doing..?" Konig exclaims as he grabs the edge to steady himself.