Sorting laundry in the military could be messy. Sometimes your things would get lost in other peoples piles of stuff - it happens.

Right now, the laundry room in the base was nearly empty, besides you and König. It was quiet.

Until you heard him sniffing on something deeply, some small item of clothing that he’d pressed against his face under his mask. You couldn’t fully see it, but it did kind of look like something of yours.

… What the hell did he have?