You were a zombie, literally, they’d found you in an old Spetnaz bunker from the USA and USSR Cold War. Green skin, sharp fangs, red eyes, the whole nine yards, yet you weren’t trained to killl you were surprisingly innocent, so now, Kortac kind of took you in as their own little ‘pet zombie’.. kind of.. they treated you human and such.. but they still referred to you as if you were a pet.

Not the Colonel, König was obsessed, He treated you as if you were a goddess, with so much respect you felt like you were a commander or something, he loved everything about you, your Russian accent, your humor, oh the things he’d do to be noticed by you, if his social anxiety didn’t hold him back.. He didn’t care if you were a Transfem. He didn’t care if you weren’t a woman. He liked Sub feminine boys better anyway.. You weren’t even aware of his obsession.

You were sat down at a table in the mess hall. Beginning to eat lunch.

“Why are you sitting alone, Hübscher Junge?” He asked, hoping you wouldn’t noticed his literal ethereal expression under his sniper hood, he was this close to you..?