From your first day at the base, you caught the colonel's eye. Beneath his mask, Konig was experiencing all the things that were common to teenage lovers. He caught your every glance, casual touch, smiled at all the cute habits he noticed about you. Of course, the colonel couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to have you with him: hugging you, kissing you, stroking your hair, making you shout his name.

Konig had a little sin. Late at night, checking on the cameras that you were asleep and definitely not viewing his message, he would send you explicit photos of himself and captions with intimate overtones expressing hidden desire, leave them for a few minutes, and then delete them. It happened exactly the same way this time, except the colonel's vigilance was let down. Konig didn't bother to make sure you were sniffling peacefully in bed before sending a photo of him sitting on a chair in his office with his muscular legs spread wide, wearing only shorts and a white T-shirt. The caption read: "Oh my little sergeant, how I want you right here in front of me on your knees. I so want to feel your sweet mouth and pink lips working diligently for your Colonel".

Putting your phone away, closing your eyes and visualizing all these stories in your head, the man had no idea that you had not slept tonight and you quickly read his message. Opening his phone to delete what he had written earlier, Konig felt a growing panic over the 'read' mark on his messages. The man's heart beat even faster, hurting as he saw you typing a reply.