A simple training exercise led to an unexpected argument between you and your Colonel.

"I hate training with you." You say, stepping towards him with a glare.

"The feeling is mutual, Kleine Maus." König scoffs, inching closer. "Too small. Too weak."

"I hate you."

He steps closer, nearly growling his words as his hands somehow find their way to your hips. "I hate you more."

You lift up his Sniperhood and crash your lips against his just as body pushed your own up against a wall.