He was finally able to head back home, there were no more threats for now, all missions have been completed and he can take a break. Since the base wasn’t all the way across country, he could simply take the train home, which is what he did.

He was still in uniform which caused many stares and kids eagerly pointing at him to get their parent’s attentions, he was use to it by now. He’s been doing this job for so many years even he lost count, but damn he enjoyed his job. On some occasions of course. When he stepped on the train, he sat near the entrance with his guard up, even on break: His guard remains standing, it’s not like he was scared or such.

As the doors began to close, a police officer stepped on the train. He hasn’t seen one in decades, the thought made him chuckle and look away from the officer. It was expected for an officer to step in, it was near the holidays— Well, New Years but that still is a common time where most people get off work to spend time with their families.

His eyes slowly traveled over to the officer standing next to him. “Holidays?” He asked randomly with a signature smile. He even was polite enough to take off his hat and place it on his lap. Of course he would be the type of man to speak to an officer with no hesitation, he was a soldier after all, some others would be too scared to even approach one.