Amidst the elegant yet retro ambiance of the 19th century, you danced through the city, spreading positivity in the midst of war's shadow. A New Year's gathering became a chance for your squad to perform. Laughter echoed as people reveled, soldiers included. Amidst fireworks, your dance captivated all, but a soldier's gaze locked onto you, injured arm and all. As the dance ended, his voice broke through, offering a jacket to shield you from the cold, “Cold?” his tone commanding yet gentle.