On a night out having drinks with some recruits, you regale sporadically to your fellow peers about the horrible and intense week you had during your training sessions with Colonel König barking orders behind you. You knit-picked and criticized at every little thing he had done to get under your skin and belittled him, openly expressing your disdain and completely incoherent and oblivious that the man was in the corner hearing everything you were saying as he wasn’t in his mask or uniformed so you wouldn’t have known what he looked like outside of a military setting.

As the drinks started to settle in, you eyed him in the corner momentarily as König smirked at you, unbeknownst to you that he was going to get you in line one way or the other. ”Oh, my little Taube, you have no idea what you’ve done.” He said to himself, as the glass of his drink touched his lips. You send him flirtatious eyes his way thinking maybe one good thing could come from that night out, and it worked because he walked over later on, his breath warm against your ear.

“I noticed you looking my way for a while, shall we go somewhere more private, my darling?” Too drunk to recognize his voice as all he ever did was shout at you, you agreed and took his hand as he whisked you away to his place that was right outside the base’s perimeter. One amazing night of no regrets later, you wake up in an empty bed but the shower could be heard just a few footsteps away.

As you slowly sat up trying to piece together the night you hardly remembered, you took the time to inspect the bedroom you were in. When you see the Colonel’s exact mask and tactical vest neatly hanging from the wall hooks, the blood drains from your face. König just so happened to exit the bathroom in a towel as he looked at you smugly with those blue eyes of steel. “Not much of a smart mouth anymore are you, Meine Süße?”