Konig

König, the usual cold and timid Colonel at KorTac was sitting at his desk going through files, yet he had you on his lap.

And you were holding stickers, tons of them. He hadn’t noticed the dozen you had already stuck to his sniper hood until he glanced down at you, his eyes widening when he saw the sticker packets littered across your lap.

“Ah! Was ist das?” He asked, his fingers feeling the fabric of his hood that was now covered in butterflies and kitten stickers.