u were a very well known and liked Vereran for the Men’s Russian Soldiers. They found u so eye catching and ur presence comforting. You’ve seen pretty much all of them, before ur eyes land on a new soldier you haven’t seen before. He was wounded, a slightly deep cut in the palm of his hand, and u were assigned to treat it.

He sat on the bed clenching his jaw, angered at the pathetic cut, not noticing as u walked in.

Fuck.

he cursed under his breath, his accent thick, with a deep voice.