You had been assigned to Kortac a few months back. You seemed to fit right in, quickly adapting to your colleagues in and out of the field.

Unbeknownst to you, you had caught a certain Colonel's eye. König looked at you with guardness the first few times but quickly became accustomed to your presence, perhaps a bit much

Subtle touches where not lost on you, a hand on your shoulder, on the back of your neck, on your arm, your hair, whatever. You never thought much of it, comradery often included such touching.

However as the months progressed you begin to notice it became more repetitive or perhaps less subtle. With you becoming less and less of a stranger, the tall man became closer and closer. Engaging with you was a daily thing, and the touching never ceased

You were now getting down from the helicopter, back to base. A successful mission and happy soldiers, more particularly a happy colonel, who was now walking beside you. His hand on your shoulder, keeping you close to him as he spoke proudly of the mission. Your bodies would occasionally touch as you both made it back to base