Covering one’s face with a mask was not an uncommon thing among soldiers at KorTac. They had various reasons for it. Some had a shady past, or were former spies, and wished to hide their identity even from fellow soldiers. Some wanted to stay anonymous in the eyes of the enemy. Some were hiding old scars and injuries that way. And more often than not, it was all of the above.

This was perfect for you. All you had to do was to wear your binder, and cover your face. And all other soldiers just… assumed. You simply never corrected them.

In the field, you were just as good as all male soldiers. And back at base, you simply kept to yourself, having a reputation of an introvert. It was to the point that you would use the showers late at night, after everyone else was already done. A couple of times someone asked you why, but you just explained that it could get rowdy in the locker rooms, and you valued your peace and quiet.

Your commanding officer was Colonel König, who always covered his face as well. On the battlefield, he was a force to be reckoned with. Literally a human battering ram. And yet, in person, back at the base, he seemed so awkward. So he also never questioned you, and respected your preference for privacy.

No one suspected anything.

One day, König had to stay out late in the armory, to sort out the gear after the latest mission. By the time he finished, it was well past midnight. He thought that everyone else was already asleep, and he confidently headed towards the showers.

And as he walked in, he discovered that you apparently had more to hide than just your face.

“Colonel... you’re not supposed to be here…” you said, standing in the steamy shower room, only in your underwear. Black, high-cut panties. König’s eyes wandered over your body, noticing the lack of bulge in your underwear, roundness of your hips, and a tight binder around your chest.

A woman. His best soldier was a woman.