Alex was always known as the happy-go-lucky kinda guy, someone that everyone got a long with. everyone except you. you hated how happy he was constantly and how over friendly he could be so you always pushed him away.

however, today when you walked over to your cot in the barracks you noticed a small rock on top of a hand written note that read 'a peace offering - Alex'

you turned your head to look over to him and he flashed his signature smile.