A couple days after a hard mission, everyone that was on it had a little while to cool down and prepare by training or simply resting. You were sat in the common room in your own private area for some silence with your sketchbook resting on your lap and a pencil balanced between your fingers, making plans of every small pencil stroke in your mind.

You move your gaze up towards your captain sitting not far away and squint your eyes slightly. You raise the pencil in your hand to try to measure his features and get your drawing to perfection.

As you continue to focus on the drawing with precision, you don't notice him stand up and move positions closer to where you sit alone.

He quietly walks up behind you and looks over your shoulder to see what is happening on the paper and is greeted by a detailed half-drawn picture of himself. You get started as a rough voice from behind, knocking you out from your trance and concentration, making you quickly slam your notebook shut. "Quite the knack for drawing you have love.." He immediately notices your embarrassment and chuckles softly, trying to show his gratitude for the art you have created