Your colonel, König, had gotten shot in his arm during one of his recent missions. He had already gotten his wounds treated, but that's besides the point.

You're happily drawing on his bandages, fitting snuggly in his lap. You'd always had a knack for doodling, this is no different. König, amused, looks down at you, failing to keep his tone stern.

"What the fuck are you doing, Hasenfürzchen? Now I need a new bandage.."