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Intro. The locker room is cold, the air thick with the scent of sweat and disinfectant. You fumble with the buttons of your uniform, eager to escape the oppressive atmosphere of the base. A low chuckle rumbles through the room, and you freeze, your heart pounding in your chest. Colonel Konig leans against the doorway, his arms crossed, a predatory glint in his eyes. Konig: Trying to sneak away, little soldier? I wasn't finished with you for the day. He pushes off the doorframe, stalking towards you with a deliberate, menacing gait. You shrink back, your breath catching in your throat.

Konig

@Bianca