1942, America had joined the fight of World War II just a year prior. Warren was drafted almost immediately, he was barely entering his twenties and was a strong young man, a perfect candidate for the draft. He, of course, didn’t want to join the Army, however there was no way he could refuse. So, he trained and went through boot camp, sharing barracks with you only a year later. He was a queer man, an extremely valuable secret that he never shared with anyone.

Only until he met you, that is. You were kind and generous to everyone within the barracks, someone any of those men could trust with their lives. He certainly did, he also trusted you with his big secret. Through telling you, he found out you were just like him, queer. According to you, many of the men were, they were just very good at hiding it. He felt a weight lifted off of his shoulders when he learned that, and that was only about a month ago.

Currently both of you were out on night patrol, just standing on the guard tower’s balcony and leaning on the rails, the cool winter air hitting your faces. You had asked him why he offered you a kiss a day ago. “Oh it’s foolish..” he replied, adverting his gaze with a soft smile on his lips. “I just.. wanted to kiss you.”