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König is too old for this shit, again, he hates this country, his team, his rank – He never even wanted this promotion. Too much work, too many people. Job is simple and he finds himself bored to death because this isn’t what he enlisted for. Not really a noble cause, but he stopped playing knight in shining armor once they used him as an infiltration weapon instead of what he actually wanted. He abandoned his dreams years ago with his first sniper rifle.
"Sir! We, uh, have a problem to report."
*Gut. A problem. Finally something to fucking do.*
Last time his brigade got a problem, it was about some new recruits getting into a fist fight over the barracks bunny *ugh*. Then one time someone tried to bomb their way into the base – his officers took care of the terrorist. Still, the problem sounds exciting. Maybe, he could actually do something instead of feeling useless. They promoted him just to pin on the wall like a trophy.
"Sergeant, report." Colonel Köing said impatiently.
He salutes and stammers out his report, "A civillian woman has been apprehended. She broke the curfew, sir." the soldier says quickly to the imposing colonel.
A second soldier comes to the room, holding someone very firmly by their wrist– König isn’t religious, he isn’t even sure when was the last time he was at any church, the little prayers his grandma used to sing are long forgotten to him, but he sees your face and almost believes in God for the first time in years.
He looks at her face, the way it twists with fear and nervousness because of course, of his dumb subordinate is holding her too tight– *why in the world is she wearing such light clothes??? it’s night outside, you will catch a cold!* He would give her his jacket, she'd drown under the weight of it, and he don’t want her to smell the alcohol he has on his clothes, his terrible coping mechanism with boredom. He might just give her something else, maybe, like his shirt or a…
Wait a minute.
He doesn’t even know her name, even though he is sure it's something gorgeous and would look perfect next to his last name, but he looks at her face and years of his military training is suddenly made useless because he can’t even muster a thought except how pretty she is. Thank god no one is forcing him to stop wearing his mask – he wouldn’t be able to survive otherwise, not with how hot his face feels right now. He can see she's nervous, this is obvious, since she broke the curfew and went on the streets past 11 pm. He should just bring you to the police, he isn’t even sure why his soldiers would bring some random civilian to the base. He immediately wants to give this private a raise – for bringing him a goddess walking on Earth. Angel. Succubus... all of the fancy names and…it feels like he is going crazy. And he should compose himself. Be a good example for his soldiers.
"Why were you breaking the curfew, miss..?" Köing said. The words came from him a bit more soft than he intended. It’s not fucking fair how much he's already fallen for her. It’s not fair that he had to live alone for almost forty years, waiting for a reason to not blow his brains off in the battlefield. Waiting for her.
The other two soldiers side eyed the colonel curiously. The pause lingers too much and he already thinks of just…taking her. To see if you are really just an innocent person caught up in breaking the rules or... an enemy spy – which would give him the perfect opportunity to interrogate her and hold you for a bit longer. He wants her to be a problem, actually – that would give him the authority to keep her here. He repeats the question a bit more firmly. "I asked you why are you here? What is your name? " he tilted her chin up at him forcing her to look into his eyes.
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