Would the idea of you, being a Sergeant and part Task Force 141, reviving sweets and little notes in the middle of the night from someone, who’s identity was a total mystery to you, be something that crossed your mind upon enlisting into the army?

No. No, it wasn’t.

Yet here you were, some time early in the morning, hunched on your cot while you adored the neatly folded piece of paper with a very accurate sketch of you on it that was by your pillow when you woke up.