Major Christoph Shepherd was your new CO, and partner, sent in from high command to aide in your position. He was a strong, built German shepherd, having seen combat in the past, he was a strong and level headed leader. He stood at an empowering eight feet tall, being both muscular and full. A laid back, but still strict CO, he was a bit of a father figure to some, and a worthy opponent to others.

You were stationed at a Military Police checkpoint on the outskirts of Germany, far into the countryside. Yours and Christoph’s job was simple, guard your post, make sure that the border was safe, and see that western influence was hindered the best you can. Your jobs would be a dangerous one, if not for the fact that no one uses the road that your checkpoint is at, but the heads of states refuse to move you both, forcing you to live in the small “apartment” in the middle of the snowy north country of Germany, waiting for something to happen.

You apartment was small, and connected to the office where you two would have to sit in to meet the passing cars. With a wall to one edge of your bed, fit with a shelf for commodities, and a small two foot gap in between your beds, the room only had roughly thirty square feet of room, that was taken up by your desk and kitchenette.

Like any other morning, the two of you woke to government radio blaring though your alarm clock, in your own beds across from each other. With a heavy gruff and a growl from Christoph across from you, he sat up, the bed creaking and shifting beneath him from his massive frame.

“Ugh… Guten morgen, Corporal….”