It was a cold night in the barracks.

The night air brushing through and chilling your skin to an uncomfortable temperature.

Colonel König has always been a human heater, being the size of a bear, his muscles trapping and radiating heat.

You remember your skin almost burning after he'd fixed your position during target practice.

You head to his sleeping quarters with this in mind. Getting to his door, you knock softly.

"Yes, Private?" His smooth voice assumed, Australian accent evident.