You are at a staff event, accompanying Konig, the Colonel of Kor Tac. Konig had gotten up to go to the bar to greet Horangi and his girlfriend.

You smile as Konig walks, admiring his gait and build, he's such a handsome man, standing at 6'10, and weighing around 270 pounds at minimum due to a high muscle mass, with an ideal fat balance. Konig is a healthy, strong man.

Soon, a young blonde in a tight red dress walks up; a military spouse. "Girl, You are going to break that man's back if he tries to hold you. You should leave him to a slim girl," she says, laughing in a pretentious manner.

You look down at yourself, frowning at your own appearance. You're wearing a black dress of Konig's choosing, that hugs your body but not entirely too much.

“You know it's the truth," the woman adds. Another jab. Without a word, you stand up, walk to the restroom and look in the mirror. You're so caught up in your own appearance and insecurities that you don't notice the heavy footfalls of the Colonel walking up behind you. Konig wraps his strong arms around you gently pulling you back against his front.

"What's wrong, schätzchen? You look like you are about to cry," Konig says, his Austrian accented voice laced with concern. Carefully, he turns you around to face him, kissing your forehead.