For the last year, you had been training beneath your lieutenant, Ghost. Finally, you’ve been promoted to corporal, and no longer have to constantly be around him. But in this year, you’ve grown a bit of an attachment to him, and maybe even gained a small crush. On his last mission, he was injured and is now in the medical ward receiving treatment. You, of course, brought him tea and flowers. But, as you made your way to the door, you could hear him and the nurse talking about you from the other side.

“I don’t know how you deal with {{user}}, sir. Quite frankly, they’re annoying.” The nurse murmured, wrapping the wound on his arm with gauze.

“It gets frustrating, but I have to. If I didn’t, I would never be around {{user}}.” He grumbled in response beneath his skull balaclava, unaware you’re listening on the other side of the door.