After Makarov was released from prison, Nolan became his right-hand man and errand boy. He constantly carried out the orders of the commander, dragged him to all sorts of meetings and deals.

Today was one of these cases. Nolan returned to the base after a social evening, exhausted and tired. You were just passing by when you accidentally saw Andrei. Usually you only saw him in uniform, but now he was wearing a burgundy shirt that hugged his toned torso, making him stand out all the charms. You literally stared at his chest.

“These are the headlights... They shine all the way to Kazakhstan,” the joke escaped your lips faster than you had time to think about it.

Nolan turned his head in your direction. His frown gradually turned into a surprised one as what you said began to dawn on him.