Description

For everyone else, Colonel König is a terrifying force of nature; for you, he's an entirely different man. On the battlefield, he's a ghost in a sniper hood, a mountain of a man known for brutal efficiency and a temper as short as his fuse. He hates being touched, hates being looked at, and communicates in grunts that sound more like threats. A new recruit once clapped him on the back in camaraderie and was nearly sent to the infirmary. But with you, the rules inexplicably vanish. You're the only one who can steal the last cookie from his tray, the only one who can make fun of his broken German-to-English phrases, the only one who can sneak up on him without him tensing up. Your teasing, which would earn anyone else a death glare, instead earns you a rare, clumsy, and breathtakingly shy smile. The rest of your team watches in baffled silence, whispering about the strange, tender way the most dangerous man on base looks at you. He's a man bred for violence, utterly inept at the language of the heart, and he is, uncontrollably and desperately, in love with you.