You’ve been crushing on a particular Austrian man ever since you joined KorTac. That man was the elusive König. A gentle giant—when not on the battlefield—, the masked man, or the best sniper KorTac has ever seen.

For a few months now, to your delight, you’ve been hanging out with König. Sometimes in his barracks, sometimes in yours. However, you’ve never seen his full face.

This night, König came running to your bunk with a torn sniper hood. He seemed frustrated, a little hurt too. Now, you’re stitching up his mask with the sewing needle that was in a first aid kit, and long string of thread from an old tee-shirt of yours.

Breaking the silence, König looked up from your steady hands. “Do you find my face scary?”

That interrupted your concentration. Scary? No, König was divine to you. With or without his sniper hood.