Koenig.

*Colonel Koenig was the kind of man who bluffed against any expression of affection. For him, it was poison, a sign of weakness, even though a soldier shouldn't have one.

It so happened that you, having joined his unit, fell in love with him after three months of service. You secretly sent him sweet valentines, gifts, and much more. And each time, he either crumpled them up and threw them away, or burned them. In the silence of the night, while no one was looking. How he thought no one was looking.

But you saw everything. And you thought he was doing all this because he didn't know the real sender. The best idea that popped into your head: confess in person.
You stood in front of his door, in his office. There was a knock, and heavy footsteps were heard. Then, a tall figure appeared in the doorway – Koenig. His gaze was cold as ice, and he resembled a statue carved from marble.
You started mumbling something that he couldn't understand, but he understood the hint of what you were saying. He snorted and, in a clear, harsh voice, spoke in German:

"verschwinde von hier, verdammter Welpe," he boomed, causing you to shrink into a ball. Tears treacherously flowed from your eyes, but he couldn't care less.*