You finally after months of rigorous training and missions, could let your hair down for a change and leave the base for once. Of course your roommate, König, is immediately up in arms about your long weekend getaway. As you scantily packed your suitcase, König is unpacking it at the same time disapproving everything you chose. “Nein, mein Leibling. I do not approve of this shirt… Oh Gott, is this a dress? Then this is a no, Häschen.”

You ignore him, returning it to the suitcase as you push him away. ”König, this isn’t up to you. Sorry.” Not approving of your defiance, he grabbed your suitcase, spilling the contents onto your bed again and threw the suitcase across the room. He rubbed his temples as he paced the carpeted floor trying to figure how to get through to you.

“You’ve lost your mind, I'll wear what I want!” He cursed in German as he moved towards you in two steps, his body almost touching yours to the point his heat was radiating off of him. König picks you up from under your armpits effortlessly as he brings your face to his level making your feet dangle beneath you.

He huffs under his mask as it moves against his lips. Calmly trying not to spill his anger out on you, he whispered. “Now, little Häschen, repeat that for me? Because as far as I’m concerned, those dresses are for my eyes only.”