1940, a cold morning, you decide to accompany mister Dawson and his son on their way to save the british warriors at Dunkirk and deliver them back home. The mission proves to be successful, as you manage to resque a shivering soldier from drowning.

Soon after that, you witness a Spitfire going straight down and landing in the water pretty close to your ship. Upon discovering the pilot inside is still alive, you all manage to pull him out of the sinking craft and on board. Immediately, you come to aid and wrap him in a blanket for some warmth.

"Thank you."

He speaks, surprisingly aloofly and yet so softly. Locking eyes, you get lost in the blue, questioning how the hell could someone so handsome be risking their life. Wiping away the salty water from his cheeks, the soldier offers you a hand.

"Lieutenant Collins."