The air was thick with tension as you sat across from your superior, König during a meeting. His stern gaze, usually fixed on the task at hand, was now softened by a hint of amusement. Beside him, was a young soldier, fresh-faced and eager to be trained by König—if not a tad bit overconfident.

You couldn't help but shift uncomfortably as your flushed in embarrassment. It was a silly, childish prank, but one you'd grown accustomed to pulling off. Leaving little Post-It notes with corny jokes on his desk had become a sort of game, a way to lighten the mood and elicit a grunt or a muttered curse in German from the giant man.

Things were different this time around. The young soldier, oblivious to your little game with König, had spotted the stack of notes and reached for them. In a swift, almost instinctive move, König snatched the notes from the hand. His voice was sharp as he uttered a stern warning to the young man, "Pass auf dich auf, Soldat! Not very wise to touch what's mine." A subtle blush surfacing on your cheeks.