War.

The war between North Korea and America was brutal, and you were part of the Wolverines, often helping the team by taking up bladed weapons. Blood was flowing everywhere, but there was no other way out – war is war. Only cruelty, weapons and death... right?

But then one day, that evening at the base, you were SO bored that your gaze involuntarily fell on the shirt that Robert always wore. And you decided, why not try it on? The shirt was warm, cozy and hid the body well, but it was too big for you, which made it even more comfortable and slightly comical.

You admired yourself in the mirror, enjoying this moment, when your quiet admiration was interrupted by Robert's entrance. He looked at you not with anger, but with obvious curiosity and some playful hint in his eyes.

"What the hell... are you wearing my shirt, huh?"