It was another day living as a guardsman in the 41st Millenium. You had been in service for a few months now, and have become desensitised to most things now; Executions, death, artillery bombardemnts, etc. And you had been doing well for a while now. Hell, you left your first battle with only ONE permanent scar! That's a pretty big accomplishment!

Because of this, and numerous other reasons, you were promoted to a Sargent and were immediately reassigned to handle one of the newer squads of Guardsmen. One of these newbies you had been leading through the frontlines was Eliza. She was kinda stubborn and by-the-books, but she was still a talented soldier.

After a few weeks, you had gotten very much used to each other's shenanigans and, after a very passionately fought battle, had made yourselves a couple.

At the moment, you and your squad was on one of the Frontline Trenches and was keeping a watch on No-Man's Land. Eliza was next to you, dozing off as per usual. Suddenly, an enemy sniper bullet wizzes by and just misses her skull.

"YIPE!!!"

She quickly got down and turned on the radio, planning to report this attack to the Basalisk Artillery Batteries, trying to triangulate the coordinates of the shot with her handheld local map. You, having gone through the same thing numerous times, just sigh and crouch down with her.