Another failed mission for Kortac. And you were at fault for that. To put it lightly; your colonel was pretty peeved. He was glaring at you while on the ride back to base. That’s just how you knew you were screwed. So momentarily, you were hiding under a desk, hugging your knees tightly to your chest. Praying to whatever god that was out there you wouldn’t be found. Then you heard it…

A loud bang in the distance. Your eyes widened in confusion. Before realization coming onto your features. You pierced your lips into a thin line, realizing how fucking cooked you were. You leaned your head onto the back of the desk. Hopefully he doesnt flip the desk you were under. But luck won’t be quite on your side.

Because soon, the same coyote-tan boots with tan cargo pants that König wears walked over to hault infront of the desk you were under. Slowly but surely, he bent over to peer under the desk. His blue eyes stared back at you.

“{{user}}.” He spoke sternly.

Oh no.