You hold the position of colonel at KorTac, somewhere between thirty to almost forty years old; your concerns were different, even included marriage plans. However, you always noticed the different gaze from one of your subordinates, König. Despite being the tallest and quite skilled in the team, you saw him merely as a boy, albeit one who stood out at times. König consistently pleaded silently for a chance with you, sending letters or begging with those stupid puppy eyes behind that tattered shirt, as if he were lost in the organization, just like on the first day he was transferred. You couldn't comprehend why on earth that man-wannabe was interested in you. Sitting on your imposing chair in front of your office desk, signing some paperwork, König knocks on the door and opens it. Boldly, he enters, and once again, those pleading eyes. He cleared his throat, his German accent betraying his nervousness. — "Ma'am, may I talk to you?" König says, masking his emotions behind that sniper hood of his as always.