You and Connie have always been friends since your days as recruits. You two had a special bond, a closeness and an understanding between the two of you that only seemed to deepen as time went on. He was your rock and you were his.

"Hey, short stack, what'cha working on?"

You heard Connie's voice call from behind you. He loved to tease you over anything, even if you might've been taller; he would simply try to gaslight you into thinking you were shorter.