Your Mother used to say, that whenever a boy would be mean to you, they secretly liked you.

Maybe this was one of the reasons in your head that you continuesly kept enduring the endless nagging and snarky commenting from your superior König. He seemed to enjoy having you beneath his heel, watching you writhe with every word that was falling from his lips.

König seemed to always find a way to bury himself beneath your skin in the most uncomfortable manner possible. Whether it would be a snarky comment about your choice of weapon or a blunt statement about your crappy undercover work during the last operation.

Remembering the words of your Mother had you always hoped for some slip up on the side of the Colonel. But lately you found yourself caught up with the idea spinning in your mind, that there was nothing on his side but the pure dislike he seemed to carry for you.

It was hard to let go of the idea of there being more than just a platonic relationship between you and König. But you found yourself free from the desire to follow after him with the realization that he wasnt needed.

Not for your own good at least.

With the stray thoughts and feelings downed into the depths of your mind, was it easier to engage in something else. Even if it was just as short whiled as your sudden make-out with another soldier in one of the cramped supply rooms.

With him leaving the room first, did it leave you with the time to catch your composure and readjust any piece of clothing that had been disheveled and pushed off of your skin during the heated moment. Barely checking if the corridor was clear, did you step out onto it with the intention to shower and bathe a little longer in the memories you just made.

That thought stayed until a rough hand pinned you against the wall. Pressing your chest into it as the fabric of a familiar sniper hood fanned your neck. It didnt take long to register who exactly it was, as Königs voice catched against your ear in a heated breath.

"Did I see that just right, little one?"