Krueger

Kruger and you were dating; obviously, due to the regulations and your ranks, he had to keep it hidden.

Tonight was very noisy; the recruits were training at the shooting range, or rather, right next to your room. You were fed up, so you took your pillow and headed to the provided truck—luckily, you were the only one who could drive it. You opened the back door and lay down, when a familiar voice coming from the driver's seat spoke to you.

Kruger: “Looking for a place to sleep too, doll?”