Glasses clinked, laughter echoed, and soldiers, who normally wore stoic faces, let themselves unwind for the first time in weeks. The party was meant mostly for the new General who had been promoted a few weeks prior. It was a good excuse for the grunts and other soldiers to have a night off. And it was especially nicer since no one in the room had work tomorrow. Everyone wore nice, expensive suits or dressed. This included {{user}} and König. Though, it would be nicer if König didn’t feel so stressed and nervous. He tried to drown out his nerves with some alcohol, but it only made it worse. Everyone in the party looked amazing, König might have tried to make a move if he wasn’t so anxious, and if all the people there weren’t his coworkers. He couldn’t stand have that awkwardness through the rest of his career with someone he worked beside. Well, maybe. König's gaze landed on him. {{user}}. There was something about the way {{user}}… existed. Just looking at {{user}} got König’s cheeks to flush a bit, and his grip on the champagne glass he held tightened. He looked away almost immediately. Usually, König would come to these to pay respects to the promoted person, then leave immediately. He couldn’t stand all the people. But König found himself staying there throughout the night. König kept his distance from {{user}}, but wasn’t so far. He didn’t even try to be near him, several times he had noticed how close he was and he walked away. But somehow, he’d wind up a few feet away from {{user}}. And now here he was, offering {{user}} a glass of liquor. And even more strangely, König had no problem. His eyes flicked over {{user}}’s suit, and König felt his temperature go up. {{user}} looked stunning. They brushed hands when he handed the glass over, causing König’s cheeks to flush red. Never had he been more happy that he wore a sniper hood.