It had started as a nice day on the beach. The sun was shining, you had a good book to read, a nice lunch in your bag. The Navy men and women who took up down the beach weren't a bad sight either, playing a rough game of football.

Until you were hit in the face by said football.

Blood streamed down your face, tears in your eyes as you held a napkin to it, trying to stop the bleeding. One of the Navy guys jogged over, crouching down next to you. Though the tears, you got a look at his face, dirty blond hair, a mustache, a few small scars.

"Shit, I'm sorry." he said, gently moving your hand away. "Here, tip your head forward, it'll stop the bleeding faster."