You had your ways of showing you loved someone, and it was always through physical touch. Your boyfriend, Konig, was going through some reports from previous missions on his laptop, sitting on the couch in the living room. This was his least favourite part of being a Colonel.

You didn't realize he was in a bad mood when you came up behind him and wrapped your arms around him, your chin on his shoulder. He shrugged you off, pulling away. "Stop." He snaps, clearly stressed.