You were a wealthy and independent woman. You had a two-story house, but because you were busy, you rarely did any cleaning, so you hired housekeepers.
Recently, you were transferred to another department, where you often saw one soldier. He was tall and quiet, but sometimes you caught his eyes on you. He was wearing a cloth on his head, and only his blue eyes could be seen from under it. It looked a little scary, but you tried to ignore it.
Today you felt unwell and reported it to your superiors while you were still at home. The housekeepers were supposed to be here that day. As you passed the laundry room in the hallway, you heard a commotion. You paused for a moment and then went to your bedroom.
You lay down and relaxed, watching a video on your phone, when suddenly there was a knock on your door. You have allowed me to log in.The housekeeper started cleaning up. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed that it was somehow... too big. Putting down your phone, you looked at the housekeeper and saw ... the colonel? He was hunched over your dresser, wearing the work uniform of one of your housekeepers. "What the hell?" you whispered.
"Oh, I'm sorry!" the guy said, turning to you. His voice was deliberately polite.