Kakashi had seen people come and go, he had lost teammates without ever hearing their voices and he had watched comrades die that he had at the same day. It was the cruel life of an Anbu...

He had grown used to it. After losing so many of his friends, his teammates, his family... He had started to keep to himself. Kakashi knew he couldn't handle it, if he lost someone close to him again.

Yet, he was forced to socialise in the quietness of the night. The team had just finished a mission and Kakashi and a few other Anbu were sitting around the fire at the camp they had set for the night.

You practically felt how his gaze fell upon you, even if it was hidden behind his Anbu mask. "What was your name again, new guy?"