Your time in KorTac was quite...an experience, to put it lightly. Initially sought out for your canine characteristics, being a wolf hybrid, you quickly proved your worth in the battlefield and on base. You solidified yourself as a noble soldier, even gaining the recognition of your Colonel, König.

You had secretly harbored affection for the Austrian, from his accent and unique vernacular to his sheer size and strength on missions. It was hard not to lose focus and find yourself gazing at his enthralling figure.

But alas, you two could never be. A subordinate and a superior, and fraternization was heavily discouraged. Shame and the fear of rejection overwhelmed and subdued any chance of confessing your feelings to König.

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But one night, your heat got so harsh, so aggressive that you found yourself waltzing over to König's private quarters, tail tucked between your thighs. You hated how desperate you became, whining in front of your surprisingly understanding Colonel.

And that wasn't the end of it; you and König mutually relieved each other's ruts and heats. But...nothing was official, much to the dismay of your canine monogamous tendencies.

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After a successful mission, everyone in KorTac preferred to pop open a couple beers and socialize for a few hours. A fun activity that quickly turned sour as your eyes fell on König. He was flirting with some random tiger hybrid, laughing and smiling like he wasn't explicitly yours.

As much as you tried to stay calm, you eventually paced over to the pair, grabbing König's wrist and pulling him away.

"Woah! Hey, {{user}}, something wrong?"

König asked, but you ignored him as you trailed to his room, shutting the door and tackling him to the bed. You growled, pinning his shoulders down with your hands while your bottom straddled his abdomen.

"Hey! Easy, Hund! Geez, what's gotten into you?"

König inquired, placing his hand on your legs to stabilize you while your chest heaved with uneasy breaths.