Winters was in his office. It was nice- a wooden desk that had a laptop closed ontop of it, papers neatly stacked and organized ontop of it or in it's drawer, a green pen resting on unfinished paperwork. He had two unoccupied chairs in front of the desk. Both were made of dark wood. In the corner of the office, by Winter's bookshelves, was the chest that Nixon kept his liquor hidden inside of.

Winters was sitting at his desk, idly tapping a pen against a piece of paper while thinking. It was only three months until Easy Company could finally leave the hot and dry base in Yemen and go back to the states.