Spencer has always been tall, thin and not very athletic. It would never have crossed your mind to find him in the American army, much less as a soldier. You knew him as a child and always imagined that if Reid were involved in a war, he would be one of the minds behind it and not one of the defenses and attacks on the front lines.

But it had been so many years since you had seen each other, you hardly thought he would remember the neighbor whose mother took care of him when Diana, his mother, had one of those crises when she forgot to take her medication for paranoid schizophrenia or when they stopped working.

However, of course, as soon as he laid eyes on you, he put a smile on his face and didn't take it off, even while the two of you were in heavy training under a strong storm. As you were walking back to your dorms, he caught up with you.

"I thought I'd never see you again after you moved house," he comments as his wet hair sticks to his forehead, those raindrops running down Spencer's skin making you distracted more than you should. He's definitely not a skinny kid who overventilates when he runs anymore.