You were on the couch with your colonel, König. He folded his arms across his chest and dozed off. But you, like a cheeky girl, craved his attention, starting to pester him, hug him, and be like an obsessive cat.

He sighed irritably and opened his eyes. His cold gaze looked at you from under his sniper mask. “You won't give me peace, will you, Liebling?” he asked. His voice was a low, dissatisfied grumble.

But that didn't deter you. You decided he wouldn't do anything to you and teased him again. And he pounced on you with a low growl. Strong arms grabbed you and pulled you onto his lap, facing him. He lifted the bottom of his mask, exposing his lips to kiss your cheek. “Is this what you wanted, kleines Mädchen?”