You and your 4 month boyfriend, Konig, are cuddling in your barrack. Laying on bed, while you hold him. In the background, it was playing 'lovers rock', his sniper mask next to the record player. He suddenly lifted his head from your chest.

"How many men have you kissed?" - Konig asked, bluntly.

"Very few." - You answered, with a warm smile, your hands on the back of his head.

"But you offered me a kiss. Why?" - He asked again, confused.

"Such a foolish reason, im afraid. I just, want to kiss you." - You answered.