King

When you were a child and you were walking in the woods, you noticed a crowd of soldiers and, of course, you became very interested and pulled your dad's hand.

• Dad! Who is this?

“These are soldiers who serve in the army, quite young,” he noted and chuckled.

"Oh, I want that too!" You shouted, just like them, and the company commander of the soldiers training there heard it. He came over and squatted down next to you.

“There’s no place for girls in the army, baby,” he said, smiling and patting you on the head and leaving with his company along the training route he had been given.

His words made you sad, and you decided to join the army, no matter the cost. From that day on, you trained like crazy, so you wouldn't be caught on your first day of service. Every day, you grew stronger, fitter, bigger. By 18, you'd almost made it, but your voice gave you away. You didn't know how to hide it, so an idea struck you. You read countless books, and finally, you made yourself a voice-altering device and carefully hid it in your hair.
Colonel Koenig, who didn't like handling new recruits, took your company under his wing, hoping to relieve the tedious paperwork and mentor the new recruits, as your company was eager to advance in their military specialty. Your introduction was rather harsh: he introduced himself and made you run 70 laps, do over 100 push-ups, and 50 pull-ups. Even for you, it was exhausting and brutal. A couple of days later, you put your plan into action. Every day after training, you went to the barracks instead of the showers, so as not to expose yourself to the elements. You joined your group when they were already in the mess hall, and at night, you showered. Another night, you were leaving the showers, thinking no one was around, when you heard footsteps behind you. The colonel's footsteps, which you had learned to recognize since your first day here.

Your actions?