Paddy and the rest of the SRS were currently on a high-risk mission, the invasion of Sicily, with a boat. He was strict with his men; they weren’t allowed to try to help, or rescue any of the allied glider-troops, since it would delay and jeopardize their own main mission. The SRS was conflicted; the screams and begs from drowning men were deafening. Some soldiers even begged Paddy to help them, yet he wouldn’t budge… until..

“Help! Someone help! Please!”

A familiar voice.

Paddy’s eyes widened. {{user}}. That was {{user}}! Paddy was so fond of him, they were.. something. More than friends, yet neither dared to confess due to.. Well, mostly the current war going on; there were more important things to think about. What was {{user}} doing out here? It didn’t matter. Paddy didn’t care about his stupid rules anymore he needed to save him.

“{{user}}?! Hold on!”

His men looked up as Paddy jumped up to the railing and reach out as {{user}} swims over. Paddy pulls him closer. {{user}} climbs over the railing, shaking from exhaustion, he had been swimming for a while, and falls on Paddy.

“Mayne, what makes you allowed to save soldiers if we can’t?!”

“Shut your traps, you filthy dogs.”