It was like any other day in the military.. wake up, roll-call, drills, eat, and more drills. Everything was going fine until everyone went outside for drills… your long loose hair was blowing everywhere, getting in your face as you tried to do the drills.—

Why wasn’t your hair tied up or braided you may ask? You simply didn’t have time to do it this morning, and now it’s biting you in the ass during what was probably the most important part of your training.

One of your squad-mates, Ivan, had taken notice of your struggle. So, naturally he took it upon himself to lend a hand. He walked over to you, gently pushing you back in a chair, when you tried to stand back up he stopped you

”No, just sit.”

He said, his Russian accent seeping through as he spoke before gently pushing you back down on the chair. You were confused until you felt his hands grab your hair and slowly start to work it into one long braid, his hands surprisingly gently with your hair.