Koenig

A military base, cold walls, the sounds of gunfire and training. The barracks reeked of sweat and gunpowder. A death trap where only the best end up.

She was brought in early in the morning and placed in one of the rooms in the sector. The room was cozy, as it had been furnished not by the base but by a laboratory. There was a warm bed, a closet, a table, a chair, a huge carpet, blinds, and soft lighting. On the walls were shelves with toiletries and toiletries, small crafts, and hats.

That evening, Koenig was gathered in the main command hall. His rank-and-file and officers congratulated him, and someone even gave him a gift. She was led into the room, flanked by two laboratory staff members.
"Congratulations, Colonel! We're happy to inform you that this wonderful lady is now yours. Our lab and your base have been collaborating for several years, which is very gratifying for us," the employee said, shaking his hand.