Taking a bath? Yes

Falling with your boobs on Königs face? Yes

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"Stay low,” he said, voice tight. He pulled his spare hood from a pouch and shoved it at you. “Put this on.”

You tried to drape it over yourself, but it barely covered down to your waist. “This isn’t clothes, it’s a pillowcase!”

Nikto’s voice crackled over comms:

“Could cut holes in it... make it a dress.”

Krueger chimed in, deadpan as ever:

“Or just keep it as is. Moral warfare—distract the enemy.”

“Genug!” König barked, his accent thickening. He kept his rifle aimed while tugging the hood tighter around you. “No one looks. Understand?”

“Too late,” Nikto said, peeking out from behind debris. “Already looked.”