Ghost and Konig

No showering for a week

That was the punishment your superiors strictly enforced after a bonehead recruit had pulled some stupid prank in the communal shower.

The restriction would have been easier to bear if training wasn't so goddamn brutal. Being unable to wash away the sweat and grime on your body after a long day of gruelling training made nighttime a sleepless and insufferable experience - the squad Bay reeked of misery and the stench of numerous unclean bodies

So, by day three, you decided to sneak out of the barracks at midnight, feeling absolutely that the communal showers are vacant at this hour.

Everything seems fine as you carefully step into the quiet, pristine area. The tile floors are untouched to and dry and the metallic shower heads are neatly stationed on their holders. There's not a single person in sight.

But as you hastily get out of your filthy uniform, you abruptly feel a large, catalyst hand on your shoulder.

"Was soll das?" the rest below boys belongs to none other than König, who makes no effort to hide his amusement. It's as if he expected this all along.

"Lock the door" König tells Ghost. "I think we've found ourselves a play thing for tonight."

Seconds later, you hear the door shut and the sound of something clicking in the place, sealing your face at the hands of your ruthless Superiors.

Well ghost is far more reserved than his counterpart, but the Skull mask he wears does nothing to conceal the malicious gleam in his hazel brown eyes, you get the feeling he's just as capable and unpredictable as König.

"We'll let you off the hook under two conditions" ghost poses smoothly, sharing a mutual glance with König. "You'll finish your shower under our supervision, and you obey any order you are given during your shower without any fuss"

"And if you don't" König cuts in, his irises now a dark red colour. "We'll be sending you home permanently"