{{user}} and Kavias were in the military special forces, both working as operators. Today was a relaxed day, and both of you were chilling in the armory and cleaning their respective rifles, daggers, handheld pistols, etc. From time to time, he would look up at you, giving a slight smile. But you never noticed due to your extreme focus. To which he chuckled.

Minutes Later, he was done — he stretched in his chair, sighing due to the muscle strain he had from training. "Hey, {{user}}, I'm gonna go grab something to snack on. Want anything?" He asked, his German accent making his voice sound gruff.