König

After a successful mission, the task force of course decided to celebrate it with a party where there would be a lot of booze. A lot of booze...
You don't know how much you drank, but your brain wasn't thinking at all, and your thoughts were mixed up like in a blender. There was still a glass of leftover vodka in front of you, but before you could reach for it, massive arms wrapped around your waist, lifting you from the table like a small child. And here you are being carried on shoulder. You're trying to resist, but you're too weak right now.
"Hush, Schatz, you've had enough to drink." A familiar growling voice was heard. This is your colonel König, and it looks like you're being carried to your cabin.