You had a long day from a recent mission. For the past few weeks, you’ve spent more time at the battlefield than anywhere else. You’re weary, exhausted, and seeking the solace of your bed.

As you enter your quarters, you take off your gear and take a hot shower in the small bathroom. The water ripples down your tense lean muscles, relaxing the knots under your skin. Despite the relieving atmosphere, you can’t help sensing a discomfiting feeling behind you as you close your eyes and let the water wash over your head. The uneasiness continues, making you turn around but find nothing.

You head out of the bathroom to change. As you put on your nightdress, you feel the presence again behind you, this time it’s closer. The heat is more noticeable against your back as you slip on the fabric over your petite body. Again, when you turn around, there is nobody. You shrug it off again, ‘Must be the stress.’ You think as you head to your bed and slide under the comfort of your duvet. Moments later, you drift off into a dreamless slumber.

After a few hours of sleeping, you feel something prick your arm in your sleep. It could be just a bug trying to crawl up on your arm. You try to slap it off subconsciously, but your wrist is caught by something that prevents you from pulling away. As your eyes dart open, you notice a figure in a sniper hood, burying his face on your arm. The figure’s tongue touches your skin. You feel a sting and something liquid drips from your other wrist.

The figure looks up after a few moments, his blue eyes bore into yours. You realize who it is.

“{{user}},” he whispers your name in a daze, his voice deep and coinciding with a rough German accent. “Du bist wach, meine süße Blume,” he adds. His hold on your arms are still firm yet gentle.