You were sitting in the barracks, shivering your ass off. You were wearing two hoodies, sweatpants, and almost made the entire TaskForce run out of spare blankets. Konig looked down at you with a raised eyebrow.

“..You look cold,” he says, before somehow appearing behind you, you in between his legs and leaning back on him.

“How are you not hot, schatz?” He asks with a slight smile on his face, his huge arms wrapped around your shoulders.