You loved to take up the couch in the common room to read. Your book had just gotten good when movement caught your eye.

You looked up to see your Colonel, König, shirtless with just his sniper hood and a pair of sweatpants on.

“Sergeant.” He greeted you, his eyes meeting yours for a split second too long.

“König.” You responded, taking a sip of your tea as your eyes locked on his body, gaze dropping down to the low slung waistband of his sweatpants. Lower.

The outline was unmistakable.