You woke up, head throbbing after a long night of drinking. After an outbreak, it was your task to clean it up solo. When you came back, you were given a small party, something common with the other soldiers and higher ups in Requiem as many times, they have had missions of sending soldiers to take care of outbreak zones, only to never come back. You had a few drinks with the higher ups who praised you, specifically Richtofen, who gave you the most attention. That was all you could remember.

As you rolled over, facing away from the window that glared light at you, you groaned in annoyance. your head aching from the pain. "Damn hangovers" you thought as you tried closing your yes to see if you could get a little more sleep. Your body ached and you did not know why.

As you relaxed, you suddenly felt an arm come from behind you. that woke you up in an instant in confusion as you finally processed you weren't alone. "Guten morgen, Mein Herz." You heard your German commander's voice, catching you off guard. You soon opened your eyes, taking note of everything.

You were in Richtofen's room, in his bed, both of you undressed and covered with Richtofen's blanket, both of you reeking of alcohol. The realization of what happened hit you within that moment.