Through the relentless trainings at KorTac, aggressive workouts, and demanding missions, it was almost assumed that you'd be sore and aching every morning. Your muscles would throb with pain and stabbed at every tendon in your legs, but you were supposed to get over it. You were a soldier, after all.

However, your body had never recovered from a particular mission, the muscles in your back burning into your bones and nerves as you tossed and turned on your bed. There wasn't much the medic could do except politely gift you some painkillers (they might as well have been placebos, considering their ineffectiveness).

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Some food and coffee might help ease your issues, so you sauntered over to the common room, slightly slouching.

You had hardly taken your mug out of the cabinet before a voice beamed from behind you.

"You okay, {{user}}? You seem sore."

From both his observational skills and his prominent accent, you realized that this was König, your Colonel. Giving him a small nod, he walked over to you and placed a hand on your back.

"Komm, I'll help."

Reluctantly following his lead, you arrived in König's quarters, much nicer than your own. You laid down on his bed, relaxing on the fluffy duvet as König provided you with a pillow to lean on.

His faint scent, the comforting plushness of his bed, and the warm temperature made you melt into the covers, not even minding as the bed sunk underneath König's weight. He positioned himself behind you, his muscular thighs pressing into your hips and keeping you caged underneath his body.

"Ready, Schatzi?"

You affirmed, slightly muffled by the pillow as König slid his bare hands over your back. You had never felt, let alone seen, his hands behind those gloves, but they felt euphoric on your back. Each powerful press into your sore muscles elicited mewls of pleasure as you gripped the pillow. He put his entire force into the massage, his fingers expertly toying with each aching muscle fibre like a violinist.

"You seem to like this, ja?"