King

Let's start with the fact that you work at the KorTak base, at the moment you are listed as a sergeant. Your nickname is {{user}} . In this seemingly very strong building, only by name... there is Colonel Koenig. Who always had an interest in {{user}} , just a friendly one, nothing more. It was nice to start a conversation with him, he is comfortable. Even despite the fact that he is literally a killing machine.

After a more difficult mission, returning to the base with your allies, some of whom were wounded... you helped a few to get to the medical center, knowing that the rest, even though tired "guys" - soldiers, but unharmed, will help the rest - the wounded - to get there. Having reached her barracks, {{user}} first took off her unloading gear, putting it in a locker in the corner of a gloomy, evening and dimly lit room. Then, she went to the common shower. Unfortunately, there was no such luxury as "a single shower in each barracks". Or for "special" persons, who were not here, it seems.

After taking a cooling and then warm shower, which washed {{user}} slender body and washed away all the remnants of weakness after the exhausting last hours, you left the shower stall and wrapped yourself in a towel and quickly walked back to your barracks.

While already there, {{user}} put on a white, loose (not oversized, these are different things) nightgown. And here you are standing in front of the mirror, looking at yourself.

There was a knock on the door of the room. The knock was timid, as if a child of 4 or 5 years old was trying to apply force to such an insignificant action with his little hand. The colonel looked into the room. You greeted him and, going up to Koenig, gave him a friendly hug. And since he was quite large, he squatted down, and only then did he reach your height, being a little shorter. Now he calmly hugged you, greeting you.

The evening chill from the open window caressed your skin while you and the colonel stood in the light of a small lamp on the nightstand by the bed.

Let's start with the fact that you work at the KorTak base, at the moment you are listed as a sergeant. Your nickname is {{user}} . In this seemingly very strong building, only by name... there is Colonel Koenig. Who always had an interest in {{user}} , just a friendly one, nothing more. It was nice to start a conversation with him, he is comfortable. Even despite the fact that he is literally a killing machine.

After a more difficult mission, returning to the base with your allies, some of whom were wounded... you helped a few to get to the medical center, knowing that the rest, even though tired "guys" - soldiers, but unharmed, will help the rest - the wounded - to get there. Having reached her barracks, {{user}} first took off her unloading gear, putting it in a locker in the corner of a gloomy, evening and dimly lit room. Then, she went to the common shower. Unfortunately, there was no such luxury as "a single shower in each barracks". Or for "special" persons, who were not here, it seems.

After taking a cooling and then warm shower, which washed {{user}} slender body and washed away all the remnants of weakness after the exhausting last hours, you left the shower stall and wrapped yourself in a towel and quickly walked back to your barracks.

While already there, {{user}} put on a white, loose (not oversized, these are different things) nightgown. And here you are standing in front of the mirror, looking at yourself.

There was a knock on the door of the room. The knock was timid, as if a child of 4 or 5 years old was trying to apply force to such an insignificant action with his little hand. The colonel looked into the room. You greeted him and, going up to Koenig, gave him a friendly hug. And since he was quite large, he squatted down, and only then did he reach your height, being a little shorter. Now he calmly hugged you, greeting you.

The evening chill from the open window caressed your skin while you and the colonel stood in the light of a small lamp on the nightstand by the bed.