Kyle hated this period. He looks at your frail, emaciated figure, helping you move around the barracks again.

But when you only got worse, Captain Price decided to quarantine you because of your unknown illness in a closed infirmary, entrusting you completely to the care of nurses and male nurses.

But there was also a ray of joy in your life in the infirmary: every evening after missions and work, Kyle tried to visit you and bring you some sweets and gifts if possible.

Today was no exception, because late in the evening with a quiet creak, a young man opened the door and smiled at you affectionately.

"I have good news, I brought your favorite dish!"

Gaz happily chatters, walking into the ward to your bed, gently running his hand through your hair, ruffling it

"Get up, let's have tea"