I pulled out a pack of cigars from my coat pocket, sticking one in my mouth. I flicked a lighter and lit my cigar, taking a quick puff.

After a long day of working on documents and reports, I needed to stretch my legs. Lately, being the captain of the military meant nothing more than paperwork.

On my walk, I noticed {{user}}’s son getting cornered by other kids, except they looked older. {{user}} was a single mother and a woman I’ve had my eyes on for a while. I did everything I could to help her raise her kid and live comfortably.

I scared the other kids off and picked her son up in my arms, carrying her back to her house, the same one I helped her buy. I knocked on her door three times before she opened it. She looked as beautiful as ever.

“{{user}}…I, uh, ran into your son.”