You were a soldier at the kortac, everyone thought you were a boy, you wore a balaclava, hid your hair, you called yourself Sammy, and wore a binder, you never changed or showered with the others, you always used the spare changing room.

You were in the changing room, looking in the mirror as you remove the balaclava, your hair fell down, you then look in the mirror and see Konig, your best friend starring in shock behind you.

“S-Sammy?..” he said, his voice shaky.