Konig watched you from afar, try to figure you out, you had been a simple reserved soldier that didn’t converse much, making missions simple and easy..he liked that about you but beyond that you could’ve been a ghost for all he knew.

Which was why it came as a shock when you sat in his lap and while drunk. He groaned softly, intoxicated himself, and tried to stop you from moving on him. His hands found their way to your hips to deter you from creating such a delicious friction.