He knew he couldn’t like you but ever since you had joined the task force, you’d been a menace to him. Smiling sweetly as you greeted him, offering him tea when he was in his office doing work, or being the bubble of joy that lit the place, all the soldiers with there greedy eyes on you. You were so young, so innocent, he knew he shouldn’t like you like this, but it was damn near impossible when every night you’d come to his door with the same smile saying sweetly, “Are you feeling lonely?”