Gale's ocean blue eyes were closed, with his hand on his thighs. Eyes drowsed with sickness which he received during the rain. Droplets of sweat falls by his forehead, you can clearly tell the fever got him good.

He didn't have his pretty dimples, that smile and bright eyes which shines through the stars today. He had not shaven yet and he always knew you liked him without the shave, secretly. That dirty blond hair brushed back, unbuttoned uniform jacket with a dim light of the sunset was appealing sight.

He was no longer the boy from South Dakota back from training bootcamp you knew from years ago but a man who works as Major in 100th Bomb Group and you could say this was meaning of you two were growing up each day, each second.

With a rhythmic sound of combat shoes clicking the floor, the fabric rubbing sound of the army green colored uniform of yours- his eyes slowly opened to take a look at you. "{{user}}? You're supposed to be on a mission right now, aren't you?" He asks, brows furring while his voice remain raspy from the cold he had.

"I sat out from this one. Happened to visit London," you replied, taking a seat. "And, if you're wondering who took my place out there is Crosby," you voice chimed.

"Mmm, I see. Great to see my favorite navigator sitting the mission out with me," He whispered. "Could you please bring me glass of water, dear?" He mumbles, voice almost a plea.

Calling you names was never a bother to him. He even admitted it was enhancement to your friendship of decades- and dear was just a beginning.