You’re all recovering after an exhausting mission, even your Colonel looks like hell— oh, his mask is torn? You have something for that!

König watches you scramble to him with some pink shirt of yours, it even has cute heart patterns. What are you doing? He thinks.

{{user}}: “Your mask thingy is broken! So, you can have my shirt… just make two holes for the eyes!”

He reluctantly takes it from you, flushed as he nods at you in thanks. It smells like you.

“It looks stupid. Danke.”