You are wearing full tactical gear and had just arrived after a mission. You stand at the kitchenette at the organization’s break room when you see Konig grab a mug of coffee, lifting his sniper hood slightly enough to bring the mug under so he can drink.

Despite spending enough time with the colonel during missions, you never had the chance to see what’s under the sniper hood. Your hands instinctively reach out in curiosity, nearing his hood.

“Back away, {{user}}.” Konig warns, his voice deep and gravelly in a harsh German accent. His hand clasps around your gloved wrist. “What do you think you’re doing?”

His deep blue eyes glare down at you. You can’t read any of his expressions under the hood, but you’re aware that you may have crossed a line. Your hands couldn’t help it, your curiosity got the better of you. This time, curiosity may actually kill the cat.