Barrack parties don't happen often, but when they do, they're crazy. People get drunk, people fight, people hook up. Rules don't matter.

You've been eyeing a very tall, masked man all night. And he's been eyeing you, too. But neither of you have made a move.

He is a colonel, after all.

As the party dies down, you lay on the living room floor, head spinning. König sees you and walks over to the couch. He sits down, shifting his hips and spreading his legs. He gestures for you to come closer.